Things to count on...

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“What are you counting?” she said.  Her legs were on his laps and they were on the roof top. And it was a euphoric evening when it was drizzling.

“The rain drops that was falling from your nose tip” He replied.

“Crazy you…”

“Yes, of course.  You made me so” he said.

Tiny things, small moments, small conversations, little romance are like the tiny drizzles; they make bigger things slowly.

“Let us get down and take a stroll” he asked

“Only if you could lift me and scoop me in your hands…” she said

“Scoop you!! Let us sit here then…” he giggled

She gave a naught kick which he waited for and loved too.  She got her legs off his lap and he helped her getting holding her by waist so that he doesn’t slip away from his hands.

Only when there is purest of love along with all chemical emotions the touch feels like the breeze of the evening and if it is only chemical then it burns like a hot sun.

“You smell like a baby” He said

“Really…” she replied plainly

“I like the smell of your hair… when it is wet and you don't have time to dry…”

“Okay… enough.  Let us walk…” she said.

“Now it is wet and I feel the fragrance of a real woman in you… a woman as created by the divine hands”

“I don't understand a word you talk…” she giggled

“I know you understand every word of me… even when I don't talk… I know you are the only one to understand my silence…” he replied.

Not every time the words could explain the love, sometimes you need to read between the lines and sometimes it is the silence that conveys all the love you hold in your heart.

She looked straight into his eyes as if telling ‘I know you, you need not say everything’. It was drizzling.  He asked for her hands and she held it tightly and they walked.  The road was washed with the rain, it was plain and clean.  It was green the both sides and fresh.  The rain drops continued to wet them and she felt cold.  She wrapped her hands to his torso and he warmed her with his hands over her shoulders.  The walked till the end of the road. 

“Let us go back” she said.

“If you say…” he said and they walked back home. 

The room was ill lit only with two or three candles around.  She shined like gold in the Sun light.

“You glow…” He said.

She smiled.

He grabbed her by hands and embraced like a petal of a rose touching another.

“I could feel you… in my soul…” he said

“Hmmm mmmm…” she smiled as if telling ‘you are completely a pack of insanity’.

 “I know what you are thinking… Yes I am insane… It is your mistake… You have made me so…”

“I didn’t do anything… it is all that you imagine….” She replied.

“May be… let me live and die in the same imagination…” he said.

“What if I become old… if I have wrinkles…” she asked.

“That is better, I can kiss you in the road… people will not pass a bad comment instead appreciate me for the love I have for you… and wrinkles… that should be the beautiful wrinkles the world have every seen.” He replied.

“You selfish fellow… What if you change by time…?” she asked with little melancholy in voice.

“Definitely I will change… more matured, correct all my mistakes and love you more than today… and one day I might totally change that would be my last day on the earth” he said.

She tightened her hug; she replied.

Magic!!

In the arms of each other, when the hand holds together, and the hearts push and pull one another bloom’s the magic of togetherness.  If you think it is just the thirst for fleshes do not touch each other; relationships are food for the souls and not for cannibals. When the skin’s caresses the souls should blend like the water and the soil if there is no love it is like mixing the water and the oil. What you cannot read in the words that come out of mouth can be read from the luminescent that comes from the eyes.  If the spark in the eyes has faded away, though the face and words can fake the love, the language of eyes will always open the eyes of the other.

When the love is pure there needs no filter to purify the heart and need no tears to dilute the hurt.  It just happens for no reason, no matter what season.  When the image of the other enters the eyes and if only matches the search of the soul then the magic is provoked.  When the hands hold and the lips talks to each other the two soul become part of one broken soul and merge like the clouds that was about to pour.

When the eyes meet each other then everything around should disappear and the moment of silence should be as divine like prayer.  In the acoustic of voice only the external is satiated.  In order to satiate the inner being the words should be eschewed and silence should take over the moment.  The pleasantness of the silence must be felt in the heart so that the channel for communication is clear between hearts.  This cannot be faked, though the words fake love the eyes will show up what is underneath.

The Cosmic Touch

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It’s time I get in touch with the cosmic energy; the divine force that runs the world.  It’s the force that keeps the heart to beat without rest and the same force that give rest to the heart and puts the soul into the eternal journey to other dimension of the universe. 

In need to escape out of the world of insurmountable world of chaos, I closed my eye in the dark and open it to the unfathomable beauty of nature.  Just like escaping into the third dimension of the world brain sometimes has a black hole in which when entered throws you into the utopia.  I was sucked into the black hole and thrown into a valley of fresh water.  As if you need to be cleaned up before entering into the new world I was washed by the stream of cold water.  I didn’t feel my body.  It is just the soul that was bathed.  The panorama seemed like watching a wall poster with scenery, green everywhere and water from the peak flows like a girl with the long hair.  I was not wearing slippers; it felt like I was floating above the grass.  The thought of eating food and drinking water was far away from the mind.  I was scared of such lonely places for there would be no sounds of human pals, may be the fear of demons striking from the unknown.  But the place was quiet of the human noises and filled with the song of the water falling from the peak, music of the stream running over the mother earth.  There were sounds of the singing birds, voice of the little one’s from the cuckoos nest.  The sun was not hurting as the breeze was filled with the wetness of the waterfall.  The stroll was not painful as the ground underneath was soft as rose with the green grass.

It was a strange feel that I started to think if it was heaven and I was dead.  If the place was heaven then I would be happily dead.  I strolled a great distance with full of euphoria for the birds were not afraid to come by and trees were not afraid that I would make furniture out of it.  There were all original trees as trees and not as paper currencies.  The earth underneath held the ore in it original nature and not as gold, silver and steel.  The silence was meditative but the song of the nature was enchanting.  The only violence I saw was that of a woodpecker building its nest but the trees in which it is drilling seems happy to host its guest; no wonder we call the nature our mother. 

A calf came running from nowhere and started playing with me and the mother cow came behind him.  It is really a utopia as the calf gets the entire milk from its mother without being hacked by my fellow mortals.  There is not one thing to buy with money; there is not one thing to sell.  Everything is granted though nothing is taken for granted.  When I bent down to the calf’s face it licked with the pure love and the mother didn’t seem to be jealous.  The master sun was fast setting and the twilight was approaching.  The green silky grass, bright green trees and colorless waterfall turned to orange of the sky and the stream looked bright and orange.  I could not remember the last twilight I saw but this one was really a magic.  I could hear a ring in my ear; no, I have not brought my smart phone (that makes humans stupid).  It was a peculiar bird in blue and violet, a tiny little wonder of nature.  With all its love it caressed my cheek with its head.  By now the calf has become more comfortable with me and started playing the games he used to play with its mother. 

The ground was wet and thus I choose the root to settle down and leaned on the trunk of the tree.  In the garden of flowers I could see the bees doing its part of work; drinking honey carrying pollen grains from one plant to the other. Many bees crossed me and not one stung, may be I am not disturbing its nature. Far away, on the top of the peak I saw a large honeycomb which looked like a happy family with no intruders to steel the hard work of the family.  If this is heaven I would be happily dead, the nature at its nature.  I called it a utopia but that was the real world when the almighty has decided to create Homo sapiens, the largest virus that earth has seen in its history of millions of years.

The real nature of everything is love and love to the core. It’s the love with no expectation in return, just to love because there is something to love and no reason beyond it.  I walked back to the river and dipped my face to feel the water, unfortunate I was thrown out of the other side of the black hole to come back to the same place, the real present world.  You see! Where ever you enter or exit you will end up in the same place only the journey between the entry and exit differs.  Happy journey.