Lady in Bus

Her presence was like a ship that helped me sail the ocean of fog and reach the other end of country. But then she went away and I lost between the paths that I had been travelling for last ten years.
Her lips glowing vividly as traffic passed by, showed me something eternal beautiful, But then she went away leaving me lost in sheer dark.
Her occasional talk was better than thousands of songs that bestowed strange but pleasant fellings all around me, But then she went away, leaving me drenched into silence, ceasing my ability to listen to anything.
Her smile, like a lake of triumph, that would fill my life with felicity, but then she went away, leaving me depressed for the rest of my life.
Her hands filling my glass of water seemed like the sanctuary that would protect me from burning sun in June and the dark cold nights of December, but then she went away, leaving me cold, frozen outside, burning deep inside.
Her eyes, like mirror that was rendering both of us as one entity, but then she went away, turning me hostile towards mirrors, that would just show a part of us, only me. Broken pieces of mirror pierced my heart, digging her love out of me.

One Last Try

He was cying. His tears rolling down his cheecks one after another as if an ocean had a tsunami to get away with it's water or a long line of camels moving in a file in Arabian desert or flock of thousand birds flying back home just before sun sets clouds on fire on a hot summer evening. He was requesting me to be bold, to talk to parents, to let them not decide my future. Little did he know, in the East, a woman has nothig to do but to bow down to will of his parents.
For last three years, I have gone through every possible form of pain all the way from lonliness to divorce. I could have died in peace but there's this little hope that's keeping me alive, may be he'll accept me, may be he still needs me, may be he can take a step for me that I couldn't 3 years ago. No, why would he even consider looking at me, while I have lost everything I had back then: my hear have started turning white, my cheecks  glow no more how they used to be, my eays have ceased to sparkle... I know his answer yet I need to talk. I have to punish myself, disgrace myself, cry before him, fall down to lowest possible rank a woman ever can, because that's all I deserve. I have to see another low of me, and next morning people will find my body half soaked in that pool where I have seen dozens of pigeon dying in winters, calmly.
Hi, how's everything going?
How could it while you're not around.
A deep silence prevailed for a moment.
Now that you're here, everything seems getting on track.
Clasping her hands, he hugged her violently. Tears flushed out of her eyes, tears of apology, tears of greetings, tears of memories, or may be tears of happiness.

Fingerprints

I have been visiting the university for last 2 years to have conversations with you in my mind, that we could never have. To think about the presents and complements that I never got to give you:
A beautiful watch on scoring 3.8 GPA, red flowers on Valentine's day, a coffee on this sunny day in winters, white carnations on your birthday, saying hello after first lecturer and complementing about your dress on random monday mornings. I sit back and think how our relation could have been: listening to each other's stories, dreams, fears and wishes for hour without judging each other, reading you out my favorite passages by Sylvia Day, waking you up in the middle of night and may be driving you into the city on naked roads to ceaselessly stargaze and wander with you, imploring your lips and morning breath and sharing a cup of coffee on breakfast table. I still sit back and think how my life could have been more meaningful (actually meaningful) had you been around.
That noon, when you walked into the cafe holding your final transcript, I knew it was the last time I was seeing you there. Yet, I came to see you, breath you in and absorb you as much as I could. I still remember looking at you with torn up eyes so long that I swear I have your contours memorized to date. I still remember how excited you were to having passed out the university, that still haunts me after years and perhaps this loop will continue beyond my last breath.

That noon when you walked into cafe, I knew it was too late to say my heart out so I left the words dangling between your breathe and mine, vague sentences of hope, vague phrases of emptiness. I foolishly assumed I could walk out of that cafe alive but the truth is, that noon, I experienced eternity. A part of me still lives there.
There was so much of me left to be given to you, but I could never decide where to begin first. Why couldn't you just claim what had already engraved your name on it. Like dirt covers wrecks, let dust not cover your fingerprints over the keyboard of my laptop, for those are the prints that define you among seven billion humans. Those are the prints that make you mine.
I still remember that last day. That evening I smoked first cigarette, and I have been chain smoker ever since.