As i laid down next to her,
Our sweats mixed, smelling musky.
The sun outside was oblivious
of this passion of youth.
Feeling her from the inside out.
blood, flesh, bone and those curls.
tasting her flesh, smelling her smell
gliding through her curves,
And when i looked into those eyes.
Surrender , almost a glimpse of it.
Hungry like two beasts, yet gentle,
we were like lost in finding one another
just wanting to be touched,
Just wanting to be loved.
But more than anything, oh life.
I just wish you understood.
It was about living.
When this dream will end, a part of me will die.
I shall leave it behind with you, keep it or bury it.
This mid summer afternoon.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Story of a boy,
And i was a kid one day,
Playing that high noon.
Looking at the sun, i felt dizzy,
Closed my eyes to drift someplace.
There came my mother and asked me,
Would you not want love my son.
I said neigh.
Then came the presit, to quiz me,
Would you like god to save you.
I said neigh.
Do you want education asked me tutor,
Master of none, i shall take none me said.
Then came the woman i love,
she just looked at me, through me.
Knowing too well the strength it would take.
for she knew it was the one thing no one can give up on.
The idea, the dream of freedom.
The priceless of them all, free thought.
The story stopped.
A smile arose.
And i was back on that playground again, looking at the sun.
Wondering where i was ?
Playing that high noon.
Looking at the sun, i felt dizzy,
Closed my eyes to drift someplace.
There came my mother and asked me,
Would you not want love my son.
I said neigh.
Then came the presit, to quiz me,
Would you like god to save you.
I said neigh.
Do you want education asked me tutor,
Master of none, i shall take none me said.
Then came the woman i love,
she just looked at me, through me.
Knowing too well the strength it would take.
for she knew it was the one thing no one can give up on.
The idea, the dream of freedom.
The priceless of them all, free thought.
The story stopped.
A smile arose.
And i was back on that playground again, looking at the sun.
Wondering where i was ?
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
I'd only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us.
Dont know what i am writing here.
Guess everybody wants to hear the truth but cannot digest it , including me .
When i came to know Ayesha i wanted to hear it , but could not digest it immediately.
I had to take my time, she came and hit me like the wild wave that she was reminding me that is the new manifestation.
What a cruel game isnt it, first you tell the truth , and it does set you free, only to pull you back down.
It looks at your face and smiles, saying " Now Pay The Price, Mister" the price, i shall be rubbed, trashed, questioned, analyzed, till i am no more in a state to understand what was the truth anymore.
But i knew that you were a truth, i loved her was the truth, truth is painful was the reality, and i could but smile, holding onto that one strand of life, one tiny bit.
Sitting under the half-moon in a farm far away in the middle of nowhere, i remembered how i felt looking at her, an image forever etched in my mind.
I will come, for i did love , but do i know where i am going ? or you dear friend ? i am leaving everything behind, i am moving towards that.
Truth , my sweet truth , i sought you always, in the dusty plains of south India, in the hills and mountains.
In the barren lands of Leh, the valleys of Kashmir and where not.
why do you play this hide and seek, as i come closer to you you move away.
Funny i always said that love demands of us nothing but the utmost of the sacrifices, did enjoy all the sacrifices love did for me till now, its time i pay the due , my due to it.
Drunk in the ecstasy of life, i did not notice, Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa for youth was blinding and i did not want to open my eyes completely, half closed in a haze.
I am but alone now, no one around, see a few friends far away few steps behind, the world is at stake and it is against me.
For you are not there, but only your memories with me, maybe that's all i need, maybe that's what i will fight for .
One day when you are old enough " Ayesha " i will tell you my story, you may judge me, but you shouldn't, for not even god can judge me, for he did not live this life that i did, he did not smile and laugh, frown and wince, cry and yell, it was me.
But you will know my story one day, the story of the one man who loved you even before you were breathing life. And the one who loved her, who woke up to give bearth to a dream called you.
Do you want to listen to it? will you listen to it?
Of how i held on to just one little piece of me, called hope, faith, truth, love and you.
Guess everybody wants to hear the truth but cannot digest it , including me .
When i came to know Ayesha i wanted to hear it , but could not digest it immediately.
I had to take my time, she came and hit me like the wild wave that she was reminding me that is the new manifestation.
What a cruel game isnt it, first you tell the truth , and it does set you free, only to pull you back down.
It looks at your face and smiles, saying " Now Pay The Price, Mister" the price, i shall be rubbed, trashed, questioned, analyzed, till i am no more in a state to understand what was the truth anymore.
But i knew that you were a truth, i loved her was the truth, truth is painful was the reality, and i could but smile, holding onto that one strand of life, one tiny bit.
Sitting under the half-moon in a farm far away in the middle of nowhere, i remembered how i felt looking at her, an image forever etched in my mind.
I will come, for i did love , but do i know where i am going ? or you dear friend ? i am leaving everything behind, i am moving towards that.
Truth , my sweet truth , i sought you always, in the dusty plains of south India, in the hills and mountains.
In the barren lands of Leh, the valleys of Kashmir and where not.
why do you play this hide and seek, as i come closer to you you move away.
Funny i always said that love demands of us nothing but the utmost of the sacrifices, did enjoy all the sacrifices love did for me till now, its time i pay the due , my due to it.
Drunk in the ecstasy of life, i did not notice, Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa for youth was blinding and i did not want to open my eyes completely, half closed in a haze.
I am but alone now, no one around, see a few friends far away few steps behind, the world is at stake and it is against me.
For you are not there, but only your memories with me, maybe that's all i need, maybe that's what i will fight for .
One day when you are old enough " Ayesha " i will tell you my story, you may judge me, but you shouldn't, for not even god can judge me, for he did not live this life that i did, he did not smile and laugh, frown and wince, cry and yell, it was me.
But you will know my story one day, the story of the one man who loved you even before you were breathing life. And the one who loved her, who woke up to give bearth to a dream called you.
Do you want to listen to it? will you listen to it?
Of how i held on to just one little piece of me, called hope, faith, truth, love and you.
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