Sunday, 20 March 2011

With what do I greet thee?

When We Two Parted by Lord Byron
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:—
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met—
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.
I heard this line the other day in one of my favourite TV shows, Grey’s Anatomy, “This is as bad as it gets. There’s nothing worse that could happen beyond this.” I mean how much can one person hurt, right? How much? 3 months? They say by six months you’ve purged your heart almost and you’re ready to accept the pain and move on, on a conscious level. Subconsciously, you move on when you do not even expect to smile on a sunny day without remembering that you have not remembered the hurt.
The smokescreen is getting worst. Fairytales and dreams are what we are taught to believe like kids and to never give up on them. Like children, we keep up the hope that someday it will be me, my dream.
Hope is all we’ve got and how do we silence the “What ifs”? We try with all our might and with all that is left within us to silence those demons, and all that we are left with is- silence. Rooms and rooms of silence follow me everywhere I go. And even though life is beautiful, that silence has become you. A part of me, a part of you-together forever. 

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