restless-notes-3

Restless Notes pt 3

A continuation of parts one and two.

That was the point where my thoughts began to collide, when the hot flames of passion clashed with the frozen reality. I did not want to experience what I had no power over; I wanted to be bathed with the tenderness of an illusion, even if it were temporary.

What has become of me? What madness of a miracle would bind the two of us together? It was just an illusion, a dream..

Who judges whether or not a person loves another more, or vice versa? Who defines love? It had always been asked but never answered.

The battle waged between heart and mind. I had gone through incomprehensible pain as I lived through what my heart has decided. I had enjoyed the ecstasy of emotions that followed. But at what price?

Why does sadness follow our hours of happiness? Why is it that when we are happy, we love the little moments of passed sadness and irony? Is it because we want to regret and dwell endlessly on thoughts that should have been forgotten?

Why would I find my sadness in my cause of happiness? A piano had brought happiness… why would fate orchestrate it so that it becomes a melancholy note? I thought without resolution. I did not want to admit to a destiny that could be moulded. I refused to let the blasphemy that is fate decide on my behalf.

But it was nonchalant to my desires. If I had decided to change my fate, then my fate was to change it. There was no escape from this paradox.

That wretched chair at the balcony, the sky. My eyes wandered across her apartment, scanning shadows through windows. I had to see her, even if I were to stay up till the dawn. I had always thought that I had made the wrong choices by giving up.

But is it not through these wrong choices, that a person becomes right? How many wrongs have I done! What makes a man other than his mistakes, and his admittance and commitment to make them right? What would a man accomplish in life if it were not for these mistakes?

The hours passed, and I slept with these thoughts a pillow for my head, the sky my blanket, the silence my guardian angel.

Dreams, again. She was playing the piano and did not look at me, and seemed indifferent to my presence. I was unable to move or speak. I felt as though I were a ghost observing her fingers dance across the piano keys. She never turned her head, but her physical proximity troubled me. My dream denied me any freedom and will. It would not allow my heart to love her and be close to her; to feel her face, to look her in the eyes, to breathe her breath.

I found myself in a room lit by the moon, my love on her bed, breathing softly as she slept. What could she have been dreaming, then? What could she have been thinking as she surrendered to sleep? Had she thought of me, had she thought of what I had felt? Were her heart and mind duelling as well?

She lay bathed in the dim moonlight, rendering her a magnificent creature in the night.

Why do we watch our loved one sleep? What makes sleep a weakness in a lover’s heart? Do we find peace in sleep? Is an escape from the pain we harvest in our waking hours? Or is it the tender tranquillity that is exhaled from a sleeping body?

She slowly faded away into the darkness, and I remained alone for what was left of the night.

  • https://twitter.com/ladyb84 B

    wow..i did not expect this..so you can actually be serious & extremely interesting to the point that now i find myself intrigued & intimidated hmm

  • http://jansait.wordpress.com/ Jano

    bet7eb jartak ya Kino? :p

    God bless your lovely soul :)

  • Dubaijazz

    These are tough questions, my friend.

    It's been a while I haven't visited your blog, but, as always, brilliant writing. Keep at it!

  • Mich

    A great ending in that you leave us wanting more and with a lot of questions!!! And now I wonder was it all a dream. A super idea and beautiful writing. Yalla, more, more please :-)

  • http://ammanis.wordpress.com/ M

    The fact that I am almost always hit by an unjustified feeling of sadness after every happy moment has always scared me.

    On another note, beautiful post. :]

  • inderapark

    Why do we watch our loved one sleep? What makes sleep a weakness in a lover’s heart? Do we find peace in sleep? Is an escape from the pain we harvest in our waking hours? Or is it the tender tranquility that is exhaled from a sleeping body?

    p/s: its extremely interesting.

    p/ss: i am in love with blog.jarofjuice.com

    p/sss: keep on writing. beautiful post indeed.

  • jarofjuice

    There are many questions we desire to answer but, probably for the best, we don't need answered, but rather simply experienced. I am glad you find my blog interesting!

  • jarofjuice

    Intimidated why lol! :)

  • jarofjuice

    We love feeling sad, but I have another blog post for that

  • jarofjuice

    Thank you Mich! To be honest I only posted 4 pages of around 30. I will post random bits every now and then :)

  • jarofjuice

    Thank you DJ! Some questions are better experienced than answered.

  • jarofjuice

    HAHAHAH! I expected someone to say that but not you! (probably BigSam or imht) hehehe. In this particular case it wasn't the neighbour no but close enough

  • http://bohemiantranscendence.com/ Claudie

    Perhaps we watch our loved one sleep because it is one of the rares times when we can give into our feelings completely — to the point of fully displaying them on our faces and in our eyes, without feeling vulnerable and being subject to the fears which come with confronting the loved one awake?

  • Anonymous

    I guess it is true. It’s often difficult to confront the loved one, and it makes it easier, and more honest, to do so while they sleep

  • inderapark

    keep blogging. :)

  • http://jansait.wordpress.com/ Jano

    why not me? im funny too :p

    not jartak? then 7ares el 3amara mafe kalam! hehe wa7ad shusmo!!