Childhearted

He walked into a new world of people from cities he had only heard off.
His idea of bad people was very different from those from the city. His idea of music were the sounds he heard in the movies and Ganpati visarjans. He was a baby until he entered this new world. What people said was taken at face value, promises were meant to be kept, women would come with a love story of their own and one would catch his attention to never leave. The new world was all about survival. He had friends who never left and a girlfriend who never existed. He chased her though, he did, for a long
time that too, and no one else was allowed after. Friends took his story ahead. He built walls and never let anyone break them. He wasn't familiar with the melancholy silence brought until now. He toughened up and slowly buried all that hurt. It pricked at intervals but time has a way of settling things.

He murmured in chaos and in silence. He couldn't love after. A couple of women came and went but he was unaffected. Probably grew tougher.
The child in him died. He grew a ruffled beard and a prickling moustache. His voice grew deeper. His stories were now fabricated. Indifference separated him from self recognition. Dry leaves and added substances took over and in that did he find his identity.

Life as he knew it had been relearnt and philosophies were amended. Now, when he has found his corner, he is mine. Not entirely but most of him. For a while now. The child in him is reborn when the doors are locked. The toughened heart let goes of all miseries. The dry leaves and added substances can wait. The heart wants more affection. Cuddles for him are a sigh of relief. I am more than a friend. It means something to him when I'm not his for a night.
But he won't say a word. He won't walk out. He will let go.

Probably the indifference does still exist. All walls have not been broken, and never will be. Scars of the past reflect habit when he reacts. He doesn't trust his own self. His beliefs have mellowed.

The acceptance he submits to breaks my heart. It is that child in him that I see, and children must never be harmed or affected. He must never be at the receiving end of artificial adulthood. He is more human and forgiving at the same time.

He is the kinds you'd never give up on.
He is fragile and delicate.
He is beautiful!

He will go, one day, but when he does he'll break all walls and build new ones.
Yes.