When the wind blows from far away,
and the wind chime rings ,
Know that it is my heart that is longing to see you ,
That has cone to visit”
– Jeong ho seung, ‘ Hanging a wind chime’ , from The Letters unsent.
There’s something about solitude ,that reflects you in a way you have never imagined. It is as if you’ve been staring at waters of lake ,seeing yourself . Seeing everything But not the depth that hides behind it. And the depth? As you stare in it’s eyes ,It takes you away in storm of surprise.
Was this it all along?
Life goes on stubbornly as it has to ,and there’s nothing you can do about it except steal some time to be yourself, quietly and peacefully , in the crowd. These are the usual days, underlined with nothing unique ,nothing stimulating and nothing lively. These are the days same as all ; sitting beside the window travelling to places I don’t want to go. My eyes are lost ,looking beyond the window and catching glances of the old couple that sits across me. How long they stayed with each other , I think , how long they waited to be with each other. A small life laced with love seems the only thing that’s the biggest ignored success of life. It’s the unspoken success of life. Isn’t all that we do is to be admired a little?* To see someone look at you as if you could be the reason for someone’s smile. All of my thoughts and dreams ,are interrupted. And I hear a faint murmur of words ,sung beautifully whisper in my ears. It’s enough to make me wonder ,and my heart shatters into pieces of butterflies, all fluttering ,all of them going away. “ this is different from life , i think withca sense of surprise and panic “and everything that has ever happened . this is something different ; something more lively. This.. this is not what I ever heard. Why is it beautiful? And my heart ..why is it..what’s happening to it? These words, why do they pierce me so much? Why Is it hurting me and making me feel alive at the same time?
Places go past me in a blur. In this moment, nothing is familiar. Minutes pass and I’m Stuck on the same verse.
I need to hear it again .
One more time.
every single time it touches me the same. I’m the tree struck by lightning and oh, the fire seems as heavenly as the clouds. Is this the first time my heart felt alive and happy? I glance at the old pair. They are giggling .Their smile is in their eyes. And Their eyes are on each other. I realise that, “I’ve felt this before. this feeling? Its familiar and new .
My gaze never leaves their smiles and suddenly, all of it fades. I see him. “ this knot and this fluttering I’ve Felt it before.” It comes back to him. Everything comes back to him, and only him.
Everything ever heard and all that I ever saw, it Drifted back to him ,like
it was never mine. And what’s greater than these thoughts, memories of him, is the idea of being with him.
One little strange thing led me to you and my heart burst to flames. what will happen when love touches it, the way these words did? How will it survive? Tell me.
Its all the same and ,I suppose, it has always been . This one thing ,one person comes into your life as the breeze before first rain. With a scent of earth and promise of change. Perhaps its like this Song that resonates in me while I remember what it felt like to be with him, before and after. That’s what growing in love is about ,I think. One day ,you pay attention to the little things . Their eyes. It doesn’t need light to look like delicate frozen icicles of honey. They carry something on their own ,without any rays of light and Without any instinct of poetry. Even in the dead trail of darkness, that pale tint of black ,it could swallow the stars without losing any darkness of its own. These eyes ,they contain night in it. They speak about all of the things they ever liked, or believed in and for some reason your heart twists in its cage. you were there with that certain someone before but now.. it feels different and beautiful like the song you decided to listen properly. You met that person today, but you want to meet him/her the next day, then day after tomorrow and the day after that. That person’s thoughts have completely engulfed you with its warmth and you can think nothing but feel those feelings for the first time. And then those feelings grow and bloom in you as a flower .. Like the medicine its supposed to be.
“Attention is the beginning of devotion” – Mary Oliver
I’m not where I don’t want to be. I’m just here ,sitting beside the window with a careless smile on my face. I missed my stop but it doesn’t worry me the way its supposed to. For once , I found something unique, stimulating and lively ,in these days of constant rush. I look across and the ly are sitting there peacefully ,smiling at me as if they know the reason behind my smile. “Of course they know. I sense unsaid blessings along with the music that I hear. I hope this smile never leaves me. I hope it’s reason stays with me all the time.
*Yes , that line is inspired from “ Before sunset” where Celine says “Isn’t everything that we do in life is to be loved a little more?”. While I was writing I remembered that scene and the dialogue Celine has with Jesse as they discuss their perspectives on things. I didn’t want to copy paste it, therefore I modified ‘love’ into ‘admire’. I thought it’d be great to mention it in this piece but at the same time I didn’t want to be one of those artist who plagiarize. That’s why I think it was worth mentioning the movie. Also it’s one of my favourite movie.
Although i’ve written this Blog post the credit goes to my friend ,who gave me this prompt. She had this certain idea that falling in love is just as similar to listening that one song you ignored , over and over again.
This wa the idea that she gave me :” it’s like do you remember once randomly listening your playlist while you’re travelling alone
and that one song you either skip or don’t pay attention too- you decide to listen to it. And the lyrics hit
you right deep inside and think like, ‘I need to listen to this again.’ Then you end up listening to it again
and again and again. It’s playing in your head non stop and your heart’s fluttering to its deep lyrics you
never really noticed .I think that how love is. It’s like you were there with that person before but
suddenly it feels different and beautiful like the song you decided to listen properly. You met that
person today, but you want to meet him/her the next day, then day after tomorrow and the day after
that. That person’s thoughts have completely engulfed you with its warmth and you can think nothing
but feel those feelings for the first time. I think the way the bus ride made you listen to that song that’s
always been in the playlist, the right time makes your heart take a leap because of the person who’s
always with you but this time it feels a little bit more.”
She was busy and not able to elaborate on the topic. This concept and perspective of growing in love was heart touching. i couldn’t sleep and get it out of my mind. In the middle of the night, i wrote it down with all the quotes that remined me of love ,song and falling growing in love. I was afraid that maybe what i wrote didn’t reflect her own thoughts. But when she read the draft ,she approved me to post it. Honestly, i’m very grateful to her for giving unique topic to write about.
Every thing discussed in the blog post is a subject of imagery. I added the concept of an old couple to bring into the light of thought process of feeling something in heart and love. Everything i wrote is mere result of samantha’s prompt. i could never thank her enough for sharing her thoughts on mosaic. she entrusted a piece of thought ,in this little blog of mine and thats the reason it’s alive.
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