A letter...

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My love,

Thousands and thousands of dreams I hold not in my heart, my love, they were just very few, less than my fingers could count but they were not just dreams but the igniters of my soul, the-something that makes me still live around.  The inferno of my spirit, my burning soul, rips my eye lashes and brings tears in it because of the fumes it generates, wipe it not but just lend me your shoulders.

Do not hold me when I fall down, a scar one more wont make much difference to my countenance, but be around me and say ‘just a small one’.  Don’t suffer my pain, do not take it to your heart but just fondle my wounded chest and I will rise again by your care.  I knew well that my thoughts are not a stagnant water because stagnant waters generates dangerous microbes, I love to be a fierce water fall and rush like a river and finally cuddled with the immaculate ocean of love of yours, just wait for the time for me to disappear in you. 

Do not kill your dream for me because I know it hurts more that a stabbed knife in chest than to stride out from a dream.  I can be a light in your chosen path; I can hold your hands for you to commute safely.  Try not to decipher my silence because I failed to do it to myself.  It’s in silence the God manifest himself in the human hearts, it is when we hear the voice of our soul, more than any human voice I am in need of my soul to talk, to clarify my doubts.  Hundreds of questions do trouble my thoughts, and the answers I seek not from you, my love, or in anybody I know.

Few very lines, I have, to express but the-what between the lines is all I have, to speak.  My fears are hell a lot, that which makes me to go back to my womb to close my eyes from the phantoms of failures, to close my ears to eschew hearing from the demon’s talk after the effect of defeats.  Scoop me in your palms, pamper me when I am exhausted with failures tell me that you will be there to love me till I breathe my last. 

Be the first one to celebrate, my love, in case of my success for all it is for you, a dedication for the precious and stupendous love you had had for me.  There is something, I forgot to tell you; my first dream – you.

With love.

One minute in Love...

Not so furious but as fast as it could, like a spear thrown by the hands of a warrior in a urge of war, like an arrow shot from the bow of a hidden assassinator, like a kiss of a desperate lover, like the powerful light of a thunder, the same speed of blade in mid of a battle; moving her lashes slightly up she threw a saccade on me and her eyes got stuck in the entrance of light of my body – my eye lashes.

 

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Not moving an inch from her eyes and moving not my eyes from her eyes I stared her as if looking at a sunflower bloomed in night.  Slightly I frowned when she turned away but then that doesn't put a veil to stop me peeping at her blue blend eyes.  I waited for her to turn to my side but she stooped her eyes to the edge and bowed another arrow.

Mesmerized with her sight mildly I shrugged to turn to any side.  I wondered to see the mystic mixture of love and lust in the same eyes that which emanated the light of divine energy – attraction.  Seduced by her eyes I followed her vision, at all direction she turned, hesitating to turn from her direction and putting my decorum at risk. 

Like the rays of morning sun light her brows kidnapped the glittering light from her eye balls and shined like the shadows of fire.  Every close and open of her lashes looked like the fins of a miraculous fish swimming in the deep blue see. Every kiss of the upper lash on the lower; I deciphered it has calling me close to her.  A profound meekness, proficient beauty, prolonged longing, and a divine crush I saw in those eyes that gazed me and little bit of her beauty stuck to my eyes and mixed with the lust and love I stared her like sunlight entering a drizzle and making the air colorful; making my soul beautiful.

In a minute of time thousand lines of poetry it chanted that of the force of gravity towards the opposite poll.  The source of attraction between is though unknown it felt like drinking a mug of legacy wine from the lake of miracle.  Malevolent it felt a little but the benevolence that those eyes spoke soothed the heat of guilt and blessed the heart which is little tilt. Thousands of lines it spelt the poem of beauty thus to prove that when stuck in the force of attraction and seduction there exist no space or time.

Even a word I dared to spoke not but there existed a conversation of days and months; a graceful communication and a hearty soul commutation.  Laws of nature are strange that makes us feel those are malicious on human souls but the moments like these make me feel those are acts of gracious omnipotent, act of divine presence in the lust and crush.  Only when the presence of spiritual flame is felt it burns the guilt that is held.

In a split second I closed and opened my eyes to burn the guilt, she disappeared in the air… she disappeared in the air… I smiled.