A Love Letter

I am, undoubtedly, ambitious. There are a lot of things in this world that I want. And when I want them, I want them really badly.

But I never had much of self-esteem to begin with either. So it becomes difficult for me to be motivated to achieve my dreams.

On top of it all, I am very self-conscious and realistic. I see what other people possess and I want one for myself too. But then I realize my weaknesses – what they have that I don’t – it separates people like me and people like them. And it restricts what I’m allowed to have and what they are privileged to.

But then you came along. A brilliant glimmer in the shadow of the night – a miracle so perfectly woven and crafted, my words scatter before my lips. I was speechless at your sight. It is true what they say: love makes the fool out of you; or however it goes - it doesn’t matter anymore.

But such is every single miracle in this unforgiving realm, as rare and exquisite as it is a royal luxury – a privilege strictly for those eligible by blood; an impossibility and a forbidden to the common man. I realize: who am I to be entitled to such majestic beauty and perfection? You are forever out of my reach – as far as the sun chasing the moon; the distance between heaven and hell.

The opportunities to witness your beauty don’t even come that often. I could only catch glimpses of you every now and then; we travel the opposite direction, to our own destination in life. On seldom occasions – oh, the days when God grants my shameless little wish – we stop at the lights, and there you are – God’s brilliant craftwork – 50 yards away from my reach. I can barely move my fingers and split my lips apart. My tongue nailed shut to the jaw. I am forever in awe, in admiration, like witnessing magic. 30 seconds later it is all over; I would have to wait for another day or maybe even week just to catch another shimmering glimpse of you.

The days and months have passed me by and yet here I am, having done not a single thing to approach you. How could I? This mere servant in a cruelly corrupted system, ruled by lustful greedy men, hungry for money and riches?

Not a chance! I am but a slave, a puny creature under the rule of law woven very meticulously to secretly feed the pockets of the monstrous men who run the system! There is not a thing I can do for my love of you. My shamble hands can only write this letter – a letter on this dry little parchment that is chipping off even as I hold it. My shaking legs can do nothing but walk the miles every single day, with my trembling shoulders carrying the burden of my thoughts – my thoughts of you.

My thoughts of you – oh, how wonderful they are. There was once a night when I dreamt of you – I dreamt of you every single night when I sleep – but on that particular night, I dreamt that you were finally mine. Yes, my dear. I got to touch you. I got to caress you – caress every single inch of your perfection, every single tiny seam of thread that weaves your skin – oh, your smooth curves; the way every part of you complimented me when I sat on you. I took you through the cold, windy night. I grasped you like I would never let go. I leaned left and right through the twists and turns. Oh, the noises you made! Screaming through the straights, with roars of fierce desire – the way you squeal and whimper on my every maneuvers – it has always been ringing in my ears. When the night was over, we parted away for the first and the last time.

Maybe someday I will stop writing letters. I will do something, my dear. We won’t be meeting in dreams again. Maybe we still would, but then we would be together in reality as well.

Yes.

I have finally decided against my own wills. I, from now on, will no more be an inferior – a man who is afraid of his own wills and desire, of his own grand ambition and majestic destiny. I will not anymore run from my fate. I would not bow down to the cruelty of realistic calculations that has been commandeering the paths of my life, nor would I let the naysayers navigate my destiny.

I will fight for you – for us. We will be together. And we will both run away from this unforgiving land – away from all the lies, all the corruptions, the misdemeanors and evil deeds that have been plagueing the world with intolerance and hatred and violent injustice.

And we will live together in a place far, far away from here. As far as the eyes could see, as the mind could imagine, as the honest heart could ever dream of.

No one can ever separate us. Wait for me. I won’t promise you that it will be a short fight – it will be long and violent and grueling – but it will be worth every single drop of blood, sweat and tears.

And when we are together, I promise I will take care of you. I will change your lubricant every 4 weeks. I will not use the synthetic ones.  I will shave your endtail and minimize your rear plate size. I will warm you up for 10 minutes every time we would set off for a journey. I would change your rear tire to 150/70/17. I will always wear gloves and Puma boots and a jacket. I will get you a carbon-fibre Yoshimura.

I will take care of your shiny black skin.

I promise. Wait for me, my Kawasaki Ninja 250R. Wait for me.