( Before Going through this prose, I want you to listen a song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AuJrEBtmM1Q
(When You Say By Ronan Keating From Notting Hill)
Three.. Two.. One.. And I am still alive. But nothing could stop this to happen. I guess it’s the bonus time. I thought of opening my facebook account once again; actually activating it. But the prime replacement of thought was “let it be deactivated”; when my life will soon be deactivating.
I couldn’t resist; and my fingers -still conscious- landed over the keyboard.. Password: Pur****
And the outcome was “Your account has been activated”.
Bloody hell, my eyes –still conscious- can figure my relationship status as In a relationship; but what’s the use of changing it now. A change here and there would be numerous likes and comments. People who never intended to know with whom I was committed; would surely like to know the reasons behind my breakup.
I guess I can’t even count the number of times I heard this song; actually we heard this song TOGETHER; and my ears -still conscious- can sense it’s the only song in my playlist blah … blah … blah ..When you say nothing at all .. blah blah blah.., When you say nothing at all” But now I am totally pissed off why didn’t you said anything?
The smile on your face is so much away from me that I can only hold a pretentious smile; and even I don’t need to act much since it was only you who could sense that I am faking it. It may continue habitually now, after all you don’t need me anymore.
The truth in your eyes excelled in brimming dilemmas in my life that all I can do is wash them away with my tears. And no one can even figure out their dryness, since the one who can sense had already left me.
The touch of your hand never made me feel alone; but now anyone’s presence around me makes me helpless, since I can’t answer them when they ask how you both are doing?
The beauty of lyrics reframed within my own limited words is lying all over the floor. I can feel pity for these crumbled white papers; which once claimed that my love story will never turn yellow. I can feel it, since I am still conscious even after six pegs of whiskey. May be the words over my screen are dancing with the lyrics; but they aren’t actually of romantic genre.
Few fingers gripping the mouse, and rest of my another strong hand typing a text- Can we start again? – CLEAR – Can we start Again? – CLEAR – Can we start again? – CLEAR – And in a click, I swapped MS Word window with my facebook page; and guess what people know that I am single since last 26 minutes.
Certainly in the next few minutes my heavy eyes- almost conscious- will demand for bed, although I carry the same poison in my every single breathe. Love was the slow poison I took exactly six months back; but I took the best medicine on time, i.e. break up. Since the sound drunken sleep will not stop my breathe; what’s next in my box are the side effects waiting for me. Three.. Two.. One.. And I am still alive; OR just alive!!
