Khadija Rupa

“What about those Promises of yours to never leave me? she asked, stammering too much this time. His cruel smirk was as gut-wrenching as his words— Promises are meant to be broken, sweetheart.”

“Do you ever wonder, do you, why I loved you for such a long time, and still didn’t really know you?”

“There is a sad end I used to liveeven before I knewthis is how I was meant to begin.”

“I didn’t want a story—a beginning. Not anymore. I have long ago stopped walking on a road where my dreams walk around. I change my destination a hundred times if I ever see an old wish of mine standing there in its real form. I don’t know them. I don’t want to. They too must not know me. They too must not recognise me as their owner.”

“Only to close these eyesto sleep in the lap of loveand stay there forever.”

“My eyes always keep searching,for something inexpressible,above the far away sky.I long to get lost,inside the evening-twilight.Silence always tickles me —in a strange way;I meet “me”in the time between sunset and darkness.”

“I feel the pain—everywhere.”

“This is a girl you can’t keep. You aren’t allowed to.”

“But my world fell apart, and all they could do, the whole universe, was to silently move on.”

“Someday, even my existence would be felt.”

“Like a forgotten old photograph, this dream will stay pressed, between the pages of a book you don’t feel like reading anymore.”

“She was a wonderful teenage girl who had the miraculous power to cure herself from any wound, either physical or mental. With her own salty tears, she would cleanse her raw wounds. And her breaths were given, as though not to breathe but, rather, to fan her sores.”

“Where the cheerful childrenof unwritten poems,play all around,you will find me there.”

“Do you love me enough that I am allowedto be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?”

“From all my dreams where you felt everlastingto all my clothes your words used to wear,to the old end, to the new beginning,you have lost me everywhere.”

“But if ever I try to mend, some other bodies would instantly break, would instantly be fragments.”

“Through my seeking of what is beyond beautiful, of what is intriguing, of what is free from all imperfections and wrongs, I realise my soul is not from here. I belong to a different place, from a different world, a different existence.”

“I threw myself so far in your depth that it took me a month to come out and notice I was actually sitting in my room. Nowhere else. Not with you.”

“But I hope you don’t feel the hurt as much as I did. You are too weak and fragile to stand that ache. Remember, you always will be.”

“The way your curious eyes were chasing mine when I stood in front of you, I knew I had known these eyes before.”