Sunday, July 20, 2008

Bliss

like puffs of powdered sugar sweetening the air dissolving like sweet perfume in pink light. sublime thoughts escaping you your mind too feeble to hold on. your lips stretched into a smile, piercing into your chubby cheeks, already hurting.

"Why does one love? Why does one love? How queer it is to see only one being in the world, to have only one thought in one's mind, only one desire in the heart, and only one name on the lips--a name which comes up continually, rising, like the water in a spring, from the depths of the soul to the lips, a name which one repeats over and over again, which one whispers ceaselessly, everywhere, like a prayer."
- Guy De Maupassant

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Dreaming

Just as you emerge from the darkest of the night, love creeps in to your life to whisper sweet nothing into your ear as you stir. Is it a dream flowing into life, you wonder. Then your phone rings, somebody calls to tell you it’s over. This is your wakeup call! Sublime thoughts escaping from you suddenly snap like a string of pearls. As they scatter, you reach for them but they’ve already dissolved. You’re left alone, only with the memory of the dream.
You are looking at your phone, feeling cheated, with loathing. The day looks even more loathsome, long and arduous. You’re wondering if you can go back to sleep and dream again, if you would ever be healed enough to allow yourself to be vulnerable again. The phone rings again.
“Aur kitna rulaogi?”
“Mein kahaan rula rahi hoon?”
“Kya tum nahin ro rahi ho?”
“Agar mein roun to kisi ko kya pharak padta hai?”
“I’m sorry, come back!”
You are plunged back into a dream again, and you never want to wake up.