Colorless Love...

She knew my heart, she holds its chord, and she often turns it on and off, restricts herself to come by for her force of gravity is so high and cannot stop myself entering her eye sight and get blown into hundreds and thousands of pieces in air like a meteor traveling into earth’s regime.  It’s a self destructive mechanism I offered myself.

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I was idle, sitting conjuring something that has passed on.  I felt a strong force of saccade at my right, which quiet often happens never. As if somebody crushing a chord of my heart the beats raised its speed as if wanting to come out to see who it is holding the chords in their eyes.  I turned to my right and in fraction of a second a spear from not so long distance hit my temple.  My memory and all that feel to hesitate anything gonna happen vanished as the spear stuck.  I lost in my thoughts, in her eyes, in her force of attraction.  My instinct said ‘do not believe’ and I did so, I didn't believe my instinct.  Acoustics of my surrounding went mute but the air spoke something in my ears ‘you cannot refrain from the gravity of beauty and love which always go hand-in-hand’.

In my dilemma either to stay stuck to my right or to turn away generated pain in my head.  Brain said ‘left’ heart said ‘right’ my thoughts jumped up and down and came to a conclusion both left and right.  Like an insane toddler I pretended to listen but not listening, looking around the earthly objects but could not recognizes what is what, watched people pass by but didn't see them who. 

When my eyes turned to her my mind turned left to think who is watching me and when my eyes turned to left my mind turned to her to imagine if she is watching me.

If I were just particles of light rays I could have reached her eyes but even there she has a shield to filter me out. 

I reckoned, if just her one peep shoots my beats to the high I could not bear and what if she has to live with me.  May be in a minute I would burst and disappear in the air and – and – I don’t know what I wanted to become.  When she left my sight I strolled a little and thousands colorless miniature flowers from the garden of God showered from up above.  Aha! I thought, if she comes near and says ‘my dear’ I wish I would fly, reach the garden sky, merge with the strolling clouds and pull them over my enchantresses and shower myself and my love drop by drop.

For You...

…in my emptiness I was surfing a garden, filled with aroma spreading flowers, romance filled roses, bright and white jasmines.  As I strolled few kissed my cheeks few my forehead and roses, my hands.  Tall trees stood away from me in jealous looking at the kisses.  I looked at it with vanity and smiled.  A mild breeze swept the garden all saplings shook their head and trees nodded resembling the disastrous the wind could cause, still, the breeze, the enchanting air is lovable.

In the middle of the garden, all along with the greenery, she was sitting in her green sheath, little frowned and down.  I went near she shrugged and turned her back to me.  I touched her shoulders from back and turned her to me.  She didn't look in to my eyes.  I held her face in my palms and lifted her face to look at my eyes.  Deep in it she has a deep feeling to share but she hid it with all her smile.

Her eyes said: I want to tell you something, my heart, my beats, my soul, but I lost my words in the valley of unconditional love, that I value more than my life. 

Love always makes shed tears but tears are something that makes life easier, to cover the language of eyes and make it tough for translation, and drowns the heart in the mid-deep sea of love.

“Take my shoulders” I said “rest your sorrows on it; I do not want to hear your suffering but give it to me, shed your tears on my bosom.  I can carry it for you all along this life” I looked into her eyes which by then wrote thousand proses of her torments in silver lines.

I took her in my arms, close to my heart.  Read for her “when you have courage to say goodbye to a less worth relationship, life will allow you to say hi to a new relation.  Everything has to change drop all you vain, wait for the sunshine” She cried.

I caressed her hair to suppress her fumes from her burning soul.  She crouched like a womb tightening her grip over my neck and buried her head on my bosom. “I can be you mother, if you want” I said.

Twinkling Stars

…for the first time when she walked by my side, a bunch of beauty in black from her untangled hair caressed my cheek which drove me to the third dimension of the world, a sharp sting of hormone pierced every part of my physic and the god hormone, love, pierced my psychic body.  I stood stunned.

Walking few a steps ahead, she arrowed her saccades on me; I escaped.  She took a bunch of her untangled hair, shrunk her eye lashes to aim at me and threw her hair towards me.  I neither moved nor reacted.  I stood still, stunned.

With her power of beauty, tied me up, pulled me towards her and suddenly she threw me in air.  Blunt were my power in air.  I swirled, fled like a leaf in storm with aim to land no where, in the bright blue sky where I fly turned dark as if I am going to die.  Fast as possible I was dropped down from the sky to hit the ground and break my bone. 

She saw me falling down and spread her piece of wardrobe to catch me before I die.  Smoothly I landed on the ground with spinning heads, blurred vision, and giddiness. She stood looking at me, when I got clarity in my sight, staring at the game she played.

Could not withstand the giddiness and her beauty I knelt down before her with complete surrender but looking at her light emitting florescent eyes.  Alike petals move apart from one another when rose blooms, she took step after step and reached me slowly. 

Bending down towards me, she looked me eye to eye, scent of beauty spread all over my body.  She brought her finger close to my cheeks, without touching; she moved it to my lips.  I closed my eyes to enjoy the touch but for a long time nothing sufficed me and when I opened my eye she placed her foot on my bare warm chest.  That was a sudden shock which wide opened my eyes and made me look at the blue sheath above. 

My warmth subsided; a painful chillness started spreading across my nervous slowly through out my body and suddenly it spread across rapidly freezing parts of my mortal body one after the other I went blind, deaf, and dumb.  When it reached my brain I became insane.  Without any problem in travel through my vein it froze my heart. 

Two full beats followed by a single complete beat, then another beat which could not be completed and another which could not even start.  I went mute. Totally frozen from my head to toe, kneeling before her like defeated foe.  She smiled at the ice statue of the one who admired her, taking her leg away from my chest.

Looking at the sky she made some gestures then clouds gathered together and withered.  Sharpest of sharp thunder, emerged from the coalesced clouds, hit my statue with all the power it has got.  I shattered in to hundreds of pieces and thrown away into air.  Looking at which she blew her breathe towards the flying shattered piece in sky, I flew high and high.  When pressure increased in atmosphere I scattered into thousands and again into millions of pieces all over this universe.  She blew a kiss into the air and when smiled her eyes flattering and shining, directed the lights from her eyes to the flying scattered pieces, I started to glow reflecting her eyes.  She looked at me shining and called all the pieces as twinkling stars.

Crazy me.



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Sweet feel called love

Sweet feel called love,

When two people agrees lust is lovable

No difference of opinion

Crush is the inception, it’s amiable

Needle of the clock kills

When we wait for someone special

Heart smashes all our cloys - and

Longing, when we see our beloved, makes us emotional

It’s when lips speaks to lips

Aroma of romance spreads in breathe

In love, to get part is a sin, to respire

The usual air you grow a fin, believe it is a truth

You smile when you are alone and

You will be alone among hundreds and thousands

Acoustic of her voice you will heed

Though numerous mortals acts as burdens

Kiss slowly, passionately

Let your lips decide the time to part least a string 

Love intensely, heartily  

Let God decide when to bring your off-spring

A Magical Stroll...

Surfing deep inside myself I lied with eyes closed.  Something fluttered on my eye lash as if a butterfly resting on my eyes.  When I opened, I saw, it was a pair of petals of an enchanting flower - which grasps all the light - painted with blue of the sky and the black of the night. The one which fluttered over my eye lashes were the shield of her eyes, scabbard of her beauty, and gateway of my love.

And when I opened my eyes I saw a lyre with just two stings in red, I may be wrong, or I think it is a piano with only two keys that sounds symphony and mesmerizes the one who heed, and to all my insanity it feeds.

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‘Get up’ is that all she said.  Spell bound I stood following the symphony she sung and walked behind her like a lamb which doesn't understand why it obey his shepherd but does walks forward with an unknown fidelity.

I thought it is going to be a road where I am gonna walk – behind her – but it was a steep peak with stones which could hurt the palms of my legs and rocks that might roll over and smash me in a second.  I feared of being hurt and killed but still it was my angel who wants me to tread over all that I feared. 

It’s to show not your fear; the dogma of love and its heirs.

She walked on the rocks and obstacles as if she is walking on the bed of roses and other flowers.  And for me, for quite sometime, it looked the same way.  Not the sharpest of the sharp stone poked and pained me because I was behind my enchantress. 

She walked elegantly before me, sometimes she stopped and waved her hands to signal me to come by but before I moved close to her she continued to tread along the pathless peak, towards upwards.  Angelically she ferried her legs one after the other stepping and strolling.   My wish was to walk with her along, hand-in-hand, with fingers tangled, for long but she move ahead when I was contemplating her walk.

Neither I thought where this commutation leads, nor why I was behind her but she dragged me with her virtual hands and enchanting beauty to where she goes.  Quite a distance was full of dreams to join hand with her, tangle my finger with her fingers. She turned for a while and rattled a gigantic rock with her one finger.  Like a pup the rock rolled and rolled aiming to smash me to earth and some magical moments which blacked my eyes for a while and turned the lights on; the rock rolled away leaving little pangs and wounds one me.  She smiled, the wounds became scars but pain sustained.  

To live is prepared to die.

We almost reached the top she stopped for my surprise and I went near by and looked at her stammering eyes, her ravishing face, glittering lips which she dipped it in nectar whence she caressed it with her rosy tongue.  I am not in trance.  But it was a kind of hypnotism, an occult magic whereby she slowly disappeared in the sky leaving her image in my mind to conjure. I closed my eyes once and opened it to see the abyss below my feet.  What is left!  I succumbed to the holy abyss.

Wrangle...

It was a wrangle between my eyes and mind.  When I said I saw an inverted sun rise and upside down sun set between her temple and nose, my heart deciphered, my mind heeded and my eyes hesitated to believe it.  My mind asked my eyes, ‘you are often acquainted with her hesitation and you started following her hesitation alike you follow her positions?’ to which my eyes replied ‘I am upon her not because of my own; it’s the will of the bloody heart which pumps in her images and spread out the love all over the body’.  Heeding to my eyes, replied my mind, ‘that’s a lie, do not you remember the days when the heart pondered not to turn to her and you still cannot keep yourself quite!’  As a reply to my mind’s reply, ‘oh ya, it is because I have been fed with a narcotic, beauty, and was kept in trance to conjure only her images. Not my fault’.  

‘Great, tell me what you understood not’ said my mind.  In response, my eyes said ‘what you do mean by inverted sun rise?’

'Hey you, the door of love, epigraphist of light – and the light which is the gate pass of beauty – cannot you see!, behind the shield of her eyes, there exist a sun warming up the brain; something of divine ilk that which make shed many drops of ink, rays black in color that shines when her saccades turn on and off’, my mind translated it to my eyes

‘Do you say so? Might be, though I have commuted it to you, I have missed it in my peep at the astonishing’, when the breeze entered her hair without any permission and made it to dance on her forehead and got sufficed only she slowly waved her hand up and down, parted her fingers from one another and caressed her hair to put it in his place along with her falls in black.  Then she made sure her tangle were perfect, to make the thoughts go tangle’ said my eyes

‘Oh that tangled hairs you are talking about! It is a twisted labyrinth’ my mind frowned

‘Sometimes you go insane and forget about what you talk about; you say it a labyrinth and I know you are longing to get trapped in it’

And suddenly both went silent.  Only the sound of the beats of my heart, which skipped few and slipped here and there, I could hear.  Few seconds later, after the aroma has just passed away, she walked away, the wrangle started again…

             ...when I said I saw an inverted sun rise and upside down sun set between her temple and nose, my heart deciphered, my mind heeded and my eyes hesitated to believe it…

Spells...

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“Why are you so silent… why can you look at my eyes and talk something… am I scaring you?” 

She might ask you a day when you are very silent, could not move on to the next line of the book you read also could not look into her glowing eyes…

…tell her “No.  You are mesmerizing”

On a day, when you are overwhelmed with the spells of your deity, and when you tell her

“Hey… if you stop smiling this world will go dark”

She will laugh at you and say “I already have cold… from where you get these words…”

Tell her “…I don’t get it from anywhere else it’s all reality”

She might say nothing but look in to your eyes and in the language of silence, in the colloquy of love, will tell you to continue… then say,

“You see, that is why it is always night when you sleep…”

“What happened to you…” she might giggle

Reply her, “I don’t know, slightly feverish, might have fallen in somebody’s eyes”

“May the God save you…” she might reply with a smile.  Though, you can see she likes to listen to you.  You can see that in her eyes.

“He cannot save me...
...I have fallen into the beautiful eyes of an enchanting goddess”

Now keep yourself ready for the hug…