When I failed you

When I failed you

1 November 2018

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My love,

It is not often that I am at a loss for words as words are usually all that I have. I realised though that the ocean between us has made it difficult to communicate so I thought I should write what I feel. Perhaps you will read this one day or perhaps you are reading it just as I post it. I am not even sure that I will post it or that there will ever be a mailman to carry such a terrible weight of unrequited love and loss. There are places no human can go, not even in the mind. There are places that are better left to the domain of the untouched. There are places where my mind hovers in between disbelief and grief.

Do you remember the beginning ? Neither of us had questioned then the essence of what we shared. The unbearable lightness of your touch that grew into a lingering and then intense shared ecstasy. When I am alone, I revel in the memory of that touch, soothing and intense all at once. When I am alone, I feel your presence again lurking in the corners of my grief-stricken mind. When I am alone, I know that you will always be there if not in body then at least in soul. I know it is only the physical form of you that I have lost but even this weighs upon my heart filling me with a yearning that cannot be placated.

I tread often the winding path of broken memories trying to retrace how we got to this point of no return. I know that you had placed so much faith in my reaching the limits of the known and pushing beyond them to open the gates to the unknown. It was not just an esoteric experience, it was a matter of testing whether we were ready or not for the next stage. I know you placed so much faith in my abilities that you had been testing. So much was in stake and yet, despite all my love for you, I failed you. I remember you telling me that when you love someone you would do anything to be with them. I did everything I possibly could but yet I failed you and you vanished from my life.

There are days when the weather is mild and a soft breeze caresses my face startling me into the thought that you might be back, that if I open my eyes you would be there smiling at me again. Then I commit the mistake of actually opening them into the void of your absence. I sigh but at the same time feel your presence in your absence. It is like your absence negates itself because of the strength of the memories you left and the lingering presence of your soul that remains imprinted upon mine. Then there are days when all I wish for is for the sun to never rise again so that I may close my eyes to never open them again on a world where I can no longer see your smile.

When I think of it, it looked like such an easy test to know oneself and to act upon that knowledge. Little did I know that our human frailty blinds us to our true selves and that even when we think we know ourselves we are never able to really act upon that knowledge to the fullest extent required if our knowledge of ourselves is even slightly incomplete. You were expecting me to spread my wings and fly but I only saw them as a paper thin parchment, a relic of a past glory that would never be resumed. I tried to fly but was weighed down by the extent of my disbelief after a brief instant of taking off. In that fleeting moment of flight, I saw what it was like to be truly free.

Al Ghazali said « Never have I dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul which sometimes helps me and sometimes opposes me ». I never knew how right that quote was before my soul got entangled with yours and I was made to test the boundaries of my own limitations while my soul urged me onward, beyond the unthinkable. I never knew that the contentment I once derived from living a simple life would be erased by the smouldering memories of the time we shared together. I never knew that I would live to see a day where I would be without you in my life.

Today, I look upon those moments of our shared hope with the unflinching eye of sobriety. Yet my sobriety hurts me like that of a perpetually drunken sailor would if he were to stop drinking all at once. My withdrawal symptoms are not visible to the world, they are etched in my heart and mind where I shiver alone, shaking with the grief of your loss. I live my life in a fever-clad nightmare tossing and turning in my mind, yearning to relive that shared hope once more. I live my life in the unhappily pregnant moment of realisation that I failed you.

A million gaps compose my essence now making it impossible for me to be whole again. When you were there, you were the matter between my gaps binding me together and allowing me to move around in the world with a sense of purpose. All purpose disappeared when I failed you. I keep repeating to myself that in another life we will be together again but that litany does nothing to thwart the agony of your absence. I move from one paradoxical situation to another not sure whether I should laugh or cry or perhaps do both at once to finally relieve the perpetual tension that my heart relives.

One day, I will have grown strong enough to pass your test. I know now that there is no turning back from that test. Once started, it must be completed. I know that the day will come and even if you are no longer around to watch me do it, I will fly. I have chosen the spot and the time of the year. It will be at the peak of the Mount Kailash and just before the snow starts melting. I will gather my strength, my memories of you and of our time together and I will spread out my wings and fly. The wind will echo through my outstretched wings and the snow will carry my shadow to its destiny.

The next spring, the letter is found by her mother who cries at the thought of the agony her daughter went through without a soul knowing about it. Her daughter had never returned from her trip to the Mount Kailash. Nobody knows what happened as a body was never found. Perhaps she had finally been able to fly away to a better world in her own way. Perhaps one day her body would be found under a heap of snow. Perhaps she had decided to go on a very long trip elsewhere without telling anyone where she was going.

The mother raises the letter to her lips and closes her eyes. Behind her eyelids she can clearly see the image of her daughter flying against the backdrop of the beautiful Mount Kailash. A tear rolls from her cheek and falls on the letter causing the ink to blot. The blot looks like the peak of a snowy mountain. The mother slowly opens her eyes and seeing the blot smiles a wane smile. It is like a message from her daughter telling her that everything is alright and that she is indeed flying, high above the Mount Kailash, her faith in herself and her knowledge of herself at their peak.

 

O Fly On – Coldplay

Tombstones seal

Tombstones seal

2 May 2017

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Skies that rise

Forgotten the wise

Set sunrise

On demise

The nothing in glaring beam

To be what they seem

 

Birds that mock

Seasons out of stock

Set the lock

On havoc

Desolation way of stream

In the human dream

 

None to stand

I let go Her hand

Cattle brand

In the land

No power left to rewind

Destiny of blind

 

Sands that grind

Rising seas unkind

Stars that wind

In Her mind

Death oncoming theirs to find

Earth in crust to bind

 

Dust piling

Thunder beguiling

Ropes filing

Times riling

Unshed the voice of the meek

In the desert streak

 

Ceilings peel

Pillars downtown reel

Tendrils feel

Tombstones seal

Winds of raging death that reek

Of destruction’s peak

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Dream 1 (Before the wind blows it all away) – Max Richter

Breaking the rat race

Breaking the rat race

11 March 2017

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Feel the beat

Reach you through the heat

Morrow’s wave

Receding

The pulse retreating to mark

Peak of tidal throb

 

Feel it bob

Nothing left to rob

Within head

Daily bread

The soul remains out of reach

Rules you cannot breach

 

Feel it come

The end of your sum

Over slum

Minds go mum

Uprooted lions now brew

Fires of their crew

 

Heat to face

Winning through the Grace

Three by one

Fate undone

Curvature beyond Disgrace

Breaking the rat race

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Katy Perry – Chained To The Rhythm (Official) ft. Skip Marley

Waters that we seek

Waters that we seek

26 December 2016

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Grip my chin

Speak now over din

Crackled skin

Stretched too thin

Wade in waters to the shin

Reaching Star I’m in

 

Map a vow

Morrows look allow

Hurry now

The Earth plough

The ancient crests disavow

Valleys that they trow

 

Dare to speak

Turn not other cheek

Ancient Greek

Show us meek

In the tunnels baring peak

Waters that we seek

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Sleep will come – Bliss

 

Power coursing through my veins

Power coursing through my veins

5 August 2016

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Spreading beak

Welcoming sunshine

The lark chirps

Reaching peak

Towering above the days

The Heart the mind sways

 

Yesterday

Was but jester day

Overkill

Of dark clowns

Greed envy hate ill that drowns

In blackened rivers

 

I float high

My wings Hearts’ vessels

Energy

Of Heart beats

Power coursing through my veins

Never corrupting

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Setting Me Free – Beth Hart

 

Blue Green Loss

Blue Green Loss

30 July 2016

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Rivers run

To a stilting halt

Taste of salt

Beckoning

To thunders of Ocean near

What I once held dear

 

Twin suns rise

On new born landscapes

Dark-fed apes

Memory

Of mind sinking purple sea

Jupiter rising

 

Rolling free

The stones pick up moss

Blue green loss

Scorches peak

For the fallen silent plea

Prayer of the meek

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Gospels – Thomas Feiner

Whole nine yards

Whole nine yards

8-9 April 2016

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Parting words

Realms of never more

Free will’s stake

Random spake

The churning for the Heart’s sake

Wuthering waters

 

Blue whirlpool

The boat at the peak

Flying high

Touching sky

Journey back abysmal fall

Dull thud of settling

 

Waters close

A graveyard of sea

Within me

Shutting tight

All but remnants of the light

Flickering softly

 

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Inside Blue

Heart clamours for air

Upward swim

Sails to trim

Superfluous cast aside

The lighter the ride

 

Remember

The dolphins like sharks

From afar

Confuse minds

The hands peeling grope to loss

Watery graveyards

 

Eruption combusts

I swim upon tales

Of heavens’

Volcanoes

They greet me at gate seven

Whole nine yards

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Day before you came – Tanita Tikaram

Twist in my sobriety – Tanita Tikaram

Play me again – Tanita Tikaram

Weave web bolder

Weave web bolder

1 January 2016

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Wait

Breathe in

Leave my hand

On your shoulder

Lead me like the blind

Discover worlds’ promise

Showing how to walk grey line

In between the dark and the light

Where horizons meet and peaks shiver

From clamour of hearts to silence of minds

Slow me down unwind still this quiver

From darkness uncover the sight

Confuse me on ours and mine

Sow deep within soul bliss

To your frame me bind

Weave web bolder

Taught demand

Seethe in

Strait

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That Next Place – Thomas Newman

Time to let you go

Time to let you go

13 December 2015

 

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Embers’ trail

Dull feeling of fire

The core numb

The limbs frail

From unreal I beg a crumb

Dreaded woods to stoke

 

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Ghostly trace

Whispers of your face

Glistening

Slow fading

Your traits linings of dark clouds

Please summon the rain

 

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The mind’s dread

Winding memory

Music box

Crimson scars

You twinkle now in the stars

Your song in my head

 

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Memory’s lane

Walking on stray glass

Shredded feet

Eyelids’ flood

Your heartbeat alive in pain

Coursing through my blood

 

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Heartbreak’s ebb

Time to let you go

Heartbreak’s flow

Heartache’s peak

Panic striking me so weak

The thought of goodbyes

 

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It’s not goodbye – Laura Pausini

Liquid cracks parallel portals chime

Liquid cracks parallel portals chime

18 November 2015

 

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In cracks energy surge, peak of Love

The Northern star spoke to Aurora Borealis

 

Backward loop fuels parallel Time

Pegasus tamed, light like a feather, split the lightning

 

Sinusoidal Heart shapes waters

As the flames split the circles axis ripple unites

 

Slow as hay joins needles flies Dove

Parallel rotation four roots support flames’ white Lys

 

Three by one sinusoidal rhyme

Twirl to peak of stillness quadrant ends in beginning

 

Circle where blue meets the red covers

Red on blue sinks the white flesh bubble rises death rites

 

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Pathway frozen in Time, flames above

Three by one tilt purple, square blue skies rise, gift one bliss

 

Liquid cracks parallel portals chime

Fractal crown blooms resurrection eight by one joining

 

Triangles slide, cores fuse, crack hovers

Pegasus loves two weights, blue veils triple stillness writes

 

 

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Tarja Tarunen – Oasis

Yanni – Love take me

Omar Akram Passage into midnight

Omar Akram – The Promise

Secret Garden -Aria

Secret Garden – Just the Two of us