Angels and Demons

I traveled all the way with you just to be a part of you, I trusted you. I wasn't trust-worthy to my angels then.  I was fine being deceitful to my angels about my whereabouts; I wanted to gain your conviction. I was fine losing the years of confidence my parents had on me just for the months of acquaintance with you, the smile in your eyes was all that I noticed camouflage myself to remember the moist eyes of the old couple who battled their lives to raise me.

My dad held my tiny hands while I was a toddler and enjoyed teaching me cross the roads but I was enjoying holding yours when his trembling hands needed my support. My mum cooked the delicacies I loved and treated me every day while I was lost jotting down and experimenting with the food you loved completely forgetting that she now needed a helping hand in the kitchen. Restaurants, shopping malls, ice-cream parlors; I roamed with you with no interference of time leaving the two old souls wait late night. I was in gay when you were with me and I had all the time of this world to give away to you without any regrets but I frowned when the two old birds wanted to have a small talk with me. I wanted to look my best in front of you with the choices you made for me while I completely forgot the two dwindling eyes which still hoped that I wore something he had chosen for me then.  Your phone calls never went unanswered despite of me being held up in a serious meeting or conflicts but my parents rang to speak to me, I always disconnected even before they could finish the sentence.

Every joyous moment I spent was just with you, I devoted my life on you until you decided to break the wonderful castle where you dwelled walking away from me leaving my dreams shattered. Unprepared was the situation; unseen was the day, unheard were these words.  I pondered for a lap to bury my sorrows, two angels walked towards me, they were no stronger, their skin sagged, hair had turned gray, their face had lost the charm and their eyes were buried in the sockets, cheek bones were more prominent than what I had noticed the last time. They now walked at a turtle’s pace with a stick in their hand, the smile had died long back, and they looked at me as the tears rolled down their cheeks. As they walked closer to me, I smiled with joy; the tears disappeared letting the magic of smile talk to the angels. Again, the beautiful garden with the wild flowers blooming and the leaves rustling which I had abandoned once rolled in the eyes of my mind, I relived the moments I had masked; the places I wandered with my dad and the fuss I made to have food while my mom narrated stories and fed me, the moments I cherished as I wore the red and white laced frock and the handmade doll mom presented to me on my birthday.

 The angels were again successful in their job; they bound me with a wonderful spell of love they had used long back when they decided to show me this beautiful world, they invited me with open arms, wide smile, a paradise is where they took me. I left them behind, let them weep in vain while I enjoyed with you but later I realized that their heart longed for me to reunite with them. There were days when my heart swelled in pain for I had lost his sight, there were days when I let the angels cry in pain though I was just a feet away from them.  Abandoned was I? No, the angels would have been abandoned had he not abandoned me.  Pain is what I know now, for I lived it and the taste of it sometimes reaps the sweetest fruit letting us dance with our "ANGELS" once again, thanks to the demon that made me dance to the tunes of his just to differentiate between the dirge and eulogy.