You write so much these days! He remarks. Is there a question in that statement? I enquire.
Why do you do it?!.. He probes. Why do you breathe?!.. I answer. "Writing isn't living!!" he mocks. "Maybe for you, but not me", I differ.
But why?.. He presses on. What urges you?.. he wonders. I ponder an explanation,and decide on 'These words are a map, to find me.'
We are little orbs of energy borrowed from this world; some positive and some negative, connected to all that surrounds us!!.. I explain.
We are the stuff of dreams, made from this earth,light,wind,fire,shadows, a little magic and many a million things!!.. One day, we will shed this being and transcend, become one with nature!!.. I continue.
One day, this skin will bloom into flowers and this heart might turn into many tiny pebbles. One day, we will enter the eternal cycle and become soul food for this universe.
I've thought about that day, and when it comes, and I am gone, People can find me again, in these words I leave behind!!..
Is there another better way to be remembered?!..
PS: Let's love this life and this miraculous little blue planet of ours that made it possible!!..
I see red when I look at you; not the kind of red that prickles and burns and screams of anger, but the kind that caresses and tempts and sings serenades of love!!
Your lovely hard skin, a magnificent shade of russet, like the hide of a sacred being, dangerous yet too noble to curb!!
Your kind mellow soul, the hue of a magnanimous sienna, like earth burnt bare under the sun, passionate,grounded and resilient!!
I see red, when I look at you; that faint red that colours everything as the last sane thought falters and the eyes close before the last bright light dims and the soul bids adieu to the mortal casing of life!!
Red, I'll see you last. At my very last. You'll be there. Only you and red.
Bold strokes of a confident hand, The painting is a masterpiece, Executed as planned. You are her magnum opus!..
I stand there gaping in awe at that smile on your face, I count those crinkles around your half moon eyes!.. I recall how I drew you in that memory I've kept framed..! I remember when my hand was the closest to your skin..!
Then again, I never had the colours that could do your beauty justice..! Then again, I couldn't be the master I promised you I would become!
The more I look at you I am reminded, Some are destined to be onlookers.. and I understand, Some paintings are better left unfinished.. Just like us!..
She wore a quoted shirt, that read in bold yellow, 'I was made from sunny days', which turned midnight blue at her touch!!..
She was a night-owl who wrote, the nocturnal bard of whispers true, who could see past any darkness, and flew like magic, into corners unseen!!..
She flit around restless in the morn, her existence bleak, in the reflection those rounded big eyes caught in the glass, it was anything but serene and becoming!!..
She tried her luck in finding spells that might bring her sleep again, those tales of Sandman and Sleep demons weighs equally good on her scales of need.!!
Little did she know, that in her search she wandered into her own restricted palace of memory, the path to which she had kept in a book of love letters!!..
Love letters that were painted pink; the washed out colour of a red heart that bled!.. Love letters that smelled of fresh lime, popcorn,an old library,evening walks, long stretching roads and the night breeze that caresses and tickles !!..
Behold, as her world stills, noises retract to silence, all she hears is her heart, as memories start singing!!..
'One day I wish to hold you so, that you will see stars bursting under your skin with my every touch..!!'
She feels his desire melted in that soulful, velvetine voice..!!
'One day I want to kiss you so, that time is lost in the maze of our bodies, and endless warmth and bliss cloaks us'!!..
She feels her red heart sprouting roses, shyness painting her blush a lush shade.
'One day I will taste that honey blush on my lips', he said, as he stroked her cheeks gently..!!
'One day.. I..' He stops with a chuckle, and leaves, that sentence unfinished.
She could almost touch, his smile and the undercurrent of urge, in those words of anticipation!!..
She remembered the look of him, and seeing that garden of fantasy flowering in his clear eyes..!!
She feels her heart twist and visions shift from colours to grey, and the noises are turned back on!!..
One day..she hears herself say and sigh, soon she drifts off into a mournful sleep , dreaming of him and that day, which never came!!.
In the end, it was just me and my thoughts, caught in a hand-made trap, most painful and active long after you were gone, triggering every inch of my being into a hostile territory for love, Until my haywire brain, reconfigured itself, so that my frozen limp heart, started beating again, and then my battered soul, remembered it can smile!!