Non Zero Sum Game

Conversation between them

She:

Sometimes he sits on the terrace stargazing,

Deeply fallen for I do not know t whom:

like he makes me fall for all his art.

I stare at him.

Like he is staring at that empty sky.

I grab his hand, point it towards the darkness and then towards me, telling him I am his star.

He:

Who is that he.. Is he or is he you

Is he everyone around.. One trying to weave his dreams on the rotten grounds

Does speaks or does he hears.. Is he even alive or he does stares... Staring at hollow nights

Where I'm not just a person

I'm a myth.. A star of skipped sleep

She:

You say I am a myth,

And you my love, are a star of skipped sleep.

You slip into the mornings; 

And I slip into some more darkness.

They say stars are the past we see,

May be that is why,

we shall meet at the distant horizon,

where the sky touches the sea.

He:

A montage of crimson yet pale sky

Aren't we all ill.. fallen over what he have and what we'll never possess

What is an horizon.. Except a mystery.. Except a grin of imagination

It never was and will never exist

She:

A grin of imagination, 

and a melancholy alteration.

We are all tailors,

stiching our tattered corners.

We are all sailors,

sailing off the happy shores.

You are a the distant horizon,

How close I am to you yet so far.

Spilling thousands of colors,

all of them at war.

He:

A grin of elation

And a lament cheer over face

I can imagine you all curled up.. Sleeping like a cat

Waggling the tail like you play with your hairs

Closed eyes and mischief everywhere

Dream.. Dream mermaid star.. A day awaits to be glittered by your powers

He: You have the writing of an artist.. And words of a thief

You had already stolen.. The beats I have saved

She: You have all the beats that I had somehow skipped..

So how do you think, when I have found the lomg lost addresses of them, I would not steal some!

He: Yet now I have build walls.. All around

I have reconstructed all the defences... They want but I'll won't let them to give up again

She: Hahahahhaa. 

What are walls, if not just cemented bricks. All it takes is a small beat to be skipped and a song to be sung with some espresso and maps to bait you.

See, you being the wanderer of the distant shores, would you stay in the four walls forever?

He: A wall doesn't need to be orthodox all the time.. Mine is different.. Its made of memories its made of desires.. It's made if all those myriad little things.. That even i have forgotten the hymn.. Its rooted on a myth and the myth had me disowned like an unwanted child... I will always stay in four walls.. Not the ones rooted to shore.. I'll stay in four walls...when which sings the melody of you

She: What you want to hear beloved 

He : Haahahah I want to hear the sound of retrospection I want to feel the echo of sand.. Slipping out of my hands.. I want to hear water.. Flowing backwards and I want to hear mountains.. Both loud and clear

I want to hear me.. Speaking to me.. I want it to communicate.. An art I guess we long forgot.. Me and the me

She: I cannot reply to this beauty, my words fall short

He: Even if you try to reply.. I don't know which me will be hearing.. The one who build the home or the one who saw it destroyed or the me.. Whose homeless from both genesis and nemesis

He: Old government quarters..

She: how did you know haaaaa

He: I have lived in them

In all of their shapes and sizes

I have seen them

In their good and low times

I have seen them cry when a family leaves.. I have seen them scared when another bunch replaces them

I have seen them adapt to the new mistress

I have seen old drawings old carvings

Sacrificed over the new whitewashed paintings

Leaving.. A memory that I was there once

And so was someone else.. And so will be someone else

She : The more I keep on knowing you, the more I am becoming sure that you are a kid at heart who justs want to travel the world and pet all the border collies on this planet, who would write future letters to wife yet fear the idea of marriage, who would glorify his tremors and pain by himself yet secretly wish someone to share them, who says he is a patch of cliud that woulf drift away but loves the mountains and snow more. Kind of permanent things You know you are a baby. An innocent and lovely one.

She: you are looking to dive in. And never leave that peace.

It is like na when we get into the comfort of something and never wanna leave and come back. Same. These pair of clothes would be more priceless than the blazers you own.

When you have dived in, the water asks you to stay quiet and it hears your unsaid. It calms your tremors. They say water heals a lot. It calms your chaos. It soothes the wounds that you yourself are unaware of. The water makes you believe that its blue is more worthy of the green where we dwell. It compels you to breathe. Breathe against the breathlessness. And you sweetheart, love challenges. So till the last breath, your heart doesnt give up on the love story you just had with water. But mind knows whats practical. It reflexes against all odds to push you up.

You hate it. But that is how it is. You dive in again. Only to live another beautiful story this time.

Certain things are for moments.And in those moments, you imagine an eternity. Same is your story underwater.

He:  Myriad

You beauty.. Myriad your accent...myriad your work and myriad your words of affection

Myriad is your journey and myriad your chain of desires... You'll miss some and you'll fulfill much.. Myriad joy no regrets in your journey as the passerby

Myriad are the steps.. And myriad is your mesmerizing walk.. Excelling mastering and cherishing you go.. Myriad songs you sing.. And in myriad shades you laugh like bliss

She: I myriad woof you

Amidst the myriad restless shadows of me that I dwelled with,

I somehow stumbled upon you - not knowing 

you are a myriad of calmness to all my chaos.

The myriad of stories you carry.

The myriad of words, you leave in a hurry.

The myriad of smiles you bring on my face,

And the myriad of times, you have held my hand with that grace.

Myriad dreams you own,

Myriad fears you have blown,

Myriad besuties you have glorified,

Yet never thought, you are a myth personified.

All the stars yet you.✨

Hahhahahaha you na you lier. If you are not a myth, then what you are! 

You are slowly turning me into a writer and I am not even knowing it

She: Hahahhahahhahayoudontknowmehahahahhhioverthinkhahahhahahaibreakhahahahhahicryhahahahhaineverforgethahahahhahiactasifidontcarehahahhahabutdeepdownhahahhahahaithurtshahahaha

He: The last bud left... Sighing relief in his last breath

I hope he had a comfortable life and i hope he'll know how much I'll miss that beautiful part of his existence 

Don't know where I'll be in the next bloom 

Even alive or shattered to dust 

Will i be able to make him proud 

Or I'll be just forgotten 

Couldn't hold you in those last moments.. Couldn't cure the pain nature gave

Who am I.. Except the one who just grieves in disguise

Who am i..except a happy face

The moon will question with heavy eyes .. Indeed he was a better keeper 

Then I was at any time 

A better friend than me

Your journey was always deprived of me .. who am I .. except for an empty empathy . A void in all those memories .. I was actually a void 

Never been and never will be .. never perfect yet not present 

I have stolen you from that powerful branch of happiness I tried to give you a little benevolent life 

And in fact the same thing happened all the time .. I failed 

Now there is no point in shouting, there is no point in hiding or fleeing I am your culprit .. forgive me 

And in my guilt I will pray .. to see you again Again in a better place

He: You came in my life

As a realization

A price i have to pau for all my sins

She: No one else was.

No one else is.

No one else ever will be.

She: And I had always thought, may be I will teach you to fight..

and myself giving up..scares me more

He: I say trust me I'm a liar

And i get trusted again

He: I guess hope has a burden which is tiring

She: Hope na..it makes you feel that the burden is worth taking

And in the journey we all get tired. Rest is as important as the walk.

That's why even wars..fights..ships..trains..all have halts.

He: Once upon a time, there was a paper a pen a mind full of wild thoughts, and a pair of trembling hands.

She: And I never knew, I would stumble across a message one morning that asked me if he sees mountains and now, my whole world revolved around this gentleman with trembling hands who plays keyboard in the air, who lets a drag of cigarette with his left hand and lets his feet feel the calm river water in twilight, who draws cryptix and signs a special signature.