The wait is ephemeral they say..... watching askance from the veil of ur heart with moist eyelashes; coated with layers of mascara and the shimmer.... dissolving the feigning presence of all other wishes....along with the alluding and shabby makeup it has carried since ages.....
Today while sipping coffee it realised... some books are still lying half-read in one corner of this heart.. where it has lived since many moons......
Waiting for the dogs to bark ominously when the night descends..... curtailing the glitters of all wishes.... which it was unable to hold back in the fist and they flew away like the monochromed moths.... leaving no pigment back to color the hands of time..... and just a want remained..... To wait.... Knowing that the wait is ephemeral....
And beyond that.......i would say its really beautiful to look into someone's eyes both of us not wearing any pretence and the mask of feigning ignorance.... Naked in our own truths..... and just looking into those clear transparent eyes... which would say so many small little things... while the big ones will lurk inside knowingly in the dim light..... when u actually find urself swimming in the balls infront... lambenting with a sense of ownership and the chaste desires not succumbing to the laws and orders of this self-proclaimed cultured society............... Dim light to paint the lives with egg yolk..... dim light to pump in the desires like an air-pump filling hydrogen in balloons.... to set them free from gravitation of the societal values.... of right and wrong.... Chaste and impure... Ignorance and contentions.... You and me together yet not together... because we are different.. but still together because of the dim light... the light of love... without apprehensions of false promises and jilted dreams...... which we never saw together... coz we knew we were real... we knew we were merely in love.... love which actually had seeped with time inside us with time like the dim light.... slowly and silently..... and we could appreciate the beauty of innumerable fireflies filling the air like the shrill cries of the heart..... sublime yet powerful.........
Can there be more to life than longing…. Anything more covetous than self….??????
I knew the answers were not so easy to follow…
neither was it the same for some dreams to die inside, everyday…
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:) Hi Meenakshi :)
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