That Night at the Airport
If you look me in the
eye, I would ask you to tell me “what do you
see?”
If you open your
eyes, then you will see, that it is just you and me!
If you tell me the
things that you want, I will give you all the things that I have got.
Trust me darling,
it’s a perfect paradise.
When your heart skips
a beat,
when you feel
butterflies in your stomach, the same way you felt for the first time,
when you place your
head over my shoulders,
I would say, Hey! Listen to you breathe; Are you living
in a dream?
It is time to be together, forever!
***
A dream!
My friend must be feeling like
living in that perfect dream. The dream which has been made true today.
By ten forty-five, on that night,
while I was arriving at the airport, my friend would have already gotten
married.
There would have been no shortage
of pure swoon-worthy moments from the wedding and really, what more can you ask
for in a marriage ceremony?
From the moment of him, looking
at his bride, falling in love with her all over again, to telling her that you look amazing; the wedding must have
had crying moments of happiness and love.
And here I am standing at the end
of the driveway to the airport departure gates, miles away from the action.
While still outside the terminal,
I could see the planes slowing down, gliding from one end of the runway to the
other. With so many planes landing, it becomes difficult to keep track of that
one plane continuously. Sometimes it disappeared and then reappeared from a
fleet of aeroplanes. Many manoeuvres later, it would take that one final turn
and start moving towards the airport terminal, towards the departures side.
Men dressed in orange work vests would
guide the plane to its rightful spot, vigorously signalling with the lighted
batons that they held in their hands.
Time to get in!
It was way early for me to arrive
at the airport, for my flight is scheduled to depart at around half past one in
the morning.
Nowhere for us to go anyway, have
we?
Besides, with all the buffet that
I had before, it is genuine to have a seat to rest. So, what better can you do
than to suck it up and wait in the airport, waiting for your delayed flight!
“Identifications please!” asked the security personnel while I
handed over my phone to show the booked flight confirmation email.
“Oh sure. There you go” I replied as I passed over my
identification card.
Having a careful glance over my
face, he utters a simple but formidable “next”,
signalling me to move on ahead.
Life moves on but as the Avengers
said it: Not Us!
So, take me over, yes take me over to the crescent of the moon. Oh, my
operator, take me to the dream; a place to make me throw out the keys and start
living in that dream, with just you and me!
Yes, that dream!
In that dream I knew you well,
where we could shape-shift and trick the past again,
Sigh, that dream.
In the end, the truth is just a ruse!
I am being told to dare to
dream. That saying of “if you can believe it then you can do it”, is somehow associated with my superficial innate
ability to dream big.
But that is not how it works in general, is it?
Now that truth is a ruse, you being driving a car on the tarmac knowing
everyone standing beside the road, patiently looking for a ride; they will take
a ride from everyone, for everyone wants a ride-but not from you. They pull
away from you!
The reality is often disheartening isn’t it?
But does that stop you from dreaming? Think about it.
I didn’t, cause wandering into that space leads to peril, which causes imminent
cold, that shivering to my bones; perhaps I needed someone to reset my soul.
Thoughts spread like wildfire inside that wonder of a brain, multitasking
its engines to glide me through to the baggage space and bringing me back to
present, to face the back of a queue.
