Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Senseless....

    Of all the men around, the eyes of him were the ones mine caught. His voice, it was transiting me to another world...a world which existed only in reveries. It still wonders, why did I remember the voice so distinctly? I have heard tales of fires in the wettest forest. I was always in love with the phenomenon of attracting opposites – always thinking of what couldn’t be. Was the heart beating fast with some unknown feeling? Or was it just an overreaction? Strange were the ways.Yet I smiled to myself...

   I spoke less words and he took away all the meaning.  Earth seemed to be little brighter than before. I began to see volumes of stories in the changing shades of sky. I wanted to compile everything and write as an epic, which never ends...I saw unwashed portraits in the sand – under those salty waters which washed my feet. The portrait was none. But its blankness had a kick. And I stared it again and again...

   He was those meaningless symbols I found in each and everything. He was the moon in my blackest coffee. We were those white cigarettes turning into ashes. There was lot of silence. There was lot of colourlessness. But I knew the fire was burning inside and there was light. We flirted like fingers changing the swirly path of smoke without any barriers to cross, thinking that it would never be intrusive. Still, the smoke was all in the air and ashes were accumulated to the fingertips...

   He slept and I sat watching. Was he dreaming? Was I anywhere in it?  The happiness was all in wait and knowing that was the happiness.Inside the bag, there laid my diary and blue ink pen. But I poured the ink drops inside a glass of water. And when it began to float inside, he woke up from his slumber.I wanted to feel the moonlight dancing on our skin on a cold night. His breath must tickle my nape and I wanted to get lost. I felt, happiness was not anything more than those voiceless laughs and whispers.  Or was it an illusion? The comfort was nothing other than his shadow, wherever I fall...

 Dreamy corner of nature, the murmuring river, the illuminated sky, matured night,smiling full moon, yellowness, candle light , two long curvy glasses,you, me and a bottle of red wine with love and much more...
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