The Walk in the Park

We take a walk tonight in this new park in the city, the newly manicured lawn and the Christmas lights hanging from the tree branches the perfect backdrop to our story—a common story, a cliché actually, of unexpressed emotions and an understanding unspoken of, the December breeze gently blowing a reluctant witness to the plot unfolding between us.

I often wondered as a child why there are fireworks in the sky when couples kiss in a movie as if love is enough to banish the darkness of the night. If I kiss you tonight, could we brighten the heavens, too?

You refuse to hold my hand. Your eyes speak the words your lips refuse to say. You try to hide the suffering and a kiss won’t be enough to banish it. You have loved and failed, loved and failed, and scars remain.

So, here we are, standing at the bus station, waiting. I try to hold your hand, to touch you to ease your pain. Yet, you refuse again. I kiss you on the lips, your scars remain. A kiss won’t be enough to banish them.

My bus arrives. Should I stay or should I go? I turn to you and smile, and you say goodbye.

Bridget’s Story

I look at your big, round, dark eyes
And sometimes wonder if they could ever reflect
The void inside you,
The battles never won,
And the battles you choose to walk away from.

Your big smile would dupe us,
It could betray the anguish in your heart,
But your silence never lies
And the tears you cry a reticent testimony
To the rage you suppress inside.

The walls between us hear the sound of your silence
And the ambivalence festooned in your mind—
To cry or not to cry, to surrender or fight—
As palpable as the fine hair on your head.

I once, twice, said you are pretty.
You laughed out loud
But what I heard was a hollow sound
Like random beatings of the drum—
Discordant.
For out of the overflow of the heart,
The mouth speaks not only with words
But also with the melody of laughter, or wailing
When you are rejoicing, or weeping.

If only the walls between us could speak,
They would tell of the shadows lurking in your mind,
Of the music playing in your heart,
But they are but that—
Walls.
So, I just look at your eyes,
And listen to your silence
And tears.

A Note from Me to You

Hello, how are you? I hope you are fine and doing well.

I have been waking up for some days now with a smile on my face. It took me some time to realize why but I now know that it is because I am loved. Maybe it is because of this that I’ve been feeling that I also have sooo much love to give. So, know this: I love you. (with a wide smile on my face). I have been sooo happy lately I just felt the urge this morning to want to sing and dance and write songs…or simply write. Let’s have fun tomorrow at Embassy (oh, I wish those in India could come *wide smile again, without the braces now, mind you*) and sing and dance and laugh (writing is for quiet places and it’s definitely not Embassy). That is, if I still have the energy to do so after watching Sarah and John Lloyd’s “You Changed my Life.” I hope Papa P doesn’t get jealous that I am watching John Lloyd’s movie while I didn’t watch his movie with Angel. Oh, I am just the jealous type. *big grin*

Remember, I love you. *mwah*mwah*mwah*super big and tight hugs*