Parallel world RedPaper

In the parallel world | RedPaper

In the parallel world|RedPaper

By:  Sreeja Deb | Write-For-RedPaper

What if we are in the parallel world?
Where I am not the way I am
Where he is not the way he is
Where my heart will not skip a beat on seeing him
Where my soul would no more carry a “no trespassing” board for everyone else but him
Where I would not suddenly slow down my pace while walking on the deserted roads, thinking about him
Where nights would be more peaceful and days such that I am less lost in thoughts
Where his pain would no more bring tears in my eyes
Where I would no more pray to God for his well being
Where his smile would not bring a curve on my lips too
Where his favourite dish would appear less tempting to me how terrible it may be
Where his anger would no more bring gloom to me
Where days would appear less beautiful with him
Where my heart would not long for a walk with him on the roads not taken
Where pulling his leg would not be my favourite time pass
Where submitting to him would not be more satisfying even when he is wrong
Where loosing to him just to make him smile would no more be my concern
Where my eyes would not swell due to sleepless nights
Where his bad health would no more bring a hurricane of tension to me
Where our chats would become less lengthy
Where we would stop sharing our sorrows
Where he would become less true to me
Where I would turn fake to him
Where he stops trusting me
Where I would not understand him
Where he stops protecting me
Where I stop defending him
Where my soul would stop falling apart on not getting the string taut from both ends
Where my cuts and bruises would not heal by his Midas touch
Where he saying me that he dreamt of me last night would not lead to ,me lowering of eyes
Where he saying that he is missing me even when he is with his gang would not make me flatter
Where he saving the last bite just for me would no more bring sparkle to my eyes
Where I would not call him at midnight just to flush out my anger
Where he too stops being my punching bag
Where holidays would not turn to nightmares with the fear of not seeing him for days
Where anti “we being friends” people would actually start to be our concern
Where his pain becomes less evident to me from his eyes
Where my aching heart becomes less open to him
Where his lies would not be caught by me when I just look into his eyes for once
Where silence would not speak a thousand words between us
Where I stop telling him to be so outgoing and selfless for people who don’t deserve that
Where he stops telling me that I should not be dedicated towards those who use me as a tissue paper
Where he stops being my quiet listener to whatever I blabber
Where I no more see every face of his, be it the leather jacket protective one or the ice cream eating childlike one
Where he stops knowing me better, more than what I know and more than what he shows
Where my eyes don’t search for him secretively wherever I go
Where a fight with him no more fills my eyes with tears
Where his words making me understand stop being more than his apologies
Where his name slides down mine in my priority list
Where dates and dinners would matter more than sharing thoughts over a walk
Where I stop admiring his simplicity and grounded nature
Where the respect I hold for him in this tiny heart lessens a bit
Where the mutual blind trust hides somewhere
Where his name itself stops making me blush
Where his secret admiration no more be thousand times more precious to me than many words from everyone else
Where this aching heart no more carries a subtle pain for him
Where his compassionate smile no more soothes this aching heart
Where I don’t hold grudges against the girl who flirts with him
Where he stops guiding me with my choices of friends
Where he stops being the personal diary to me
Where I would not forgive him when he is not sorry and accept the apology so easily which was never received
Where he is no more my best friend
Where I don’t fail to wrap him up in my words
Where this poem of mine comes to an end
There I would not just loose him, but myself too!


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