"There is darkness in the room.
And silence…
Except for the sound of you and I breathing.
Poetry is born out of moments like this one.
I am yours today
(and this is me without signs of the outside world marring my skin)
Just me in my true, naked beauty.
All of me that you'd never seen.
All of me that was hidden from the world.
All of me that was meant to walk proud and shining in the sun.
All of me here, beside you, today.
Love this moment, because right now
I am truly yours.
Celebrating my life and yours.
In this glorious, blissful moment.
Isn't it ironic that the only time you truly see me
Is when we are in complete darkness?"
We enter the room together, and conversation simply fills the silent anticipation of things to come. We stop speaking.Mid-sentence, sometimes...and just look at each other. Wonderingly. Even a little disbelievingly. That happiness like this was possible outside of television. A faint smile plays on his mouth…
and then we kiss.
I have never kissed like this. it's as if with that one kiss…
our first kiss, I am slowly dissolving into him. Cell by cell.
Every touch is imprinted in my memory forever. Though it hasn't been too long, I know I have come a long way. From feeling like I would never be able to love again…here in this room with a boy I know I love more than either of us can believe.
We are the same, him and i. We have known the same pain and the same happiness. We have dreamt the same dreams, and lost them. To not love him would be like to not love myself, and as impossible. There is nothing to hide anymore, nothing to miss…everything feels so complete.
Sometimes our need for each other is urgent.Thirsty.
An at other moments, slow…as if the eternity we have spent looking for each other is inconsequential in the face of the time we have together now. There is as much watching as there is touching. Listening. Now that he is here, and now that I have found him, there is no pain, except for the thought of losing him…and even that makes me happy.To love someone so much that the thought of them makes you ache…
As Robin the Wise said, it's not smart to dig for relics. In this case, my computer brought up the past whilst defragmenting drives, and here I merely acknowledge it's presence.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
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wise? so much praise my way. is this the weight of expectation?...lol
nice, your way with words always catches the eye.
btw..... i'm visitor #666 to your blog :)
Damn you SATAN!! Damn you to HELLLLAAAAHHH!!!!! :D
I sometimes like to look at stuff I wrote years ago. Puts into perspective a lot of aspects of the evolution/de-evolution of my writing.
Thank you
I find your blog invigorating. Something that never fails to cause an insanely intense rush everytime. Its amazing that squiggles on a screen should be capable of producing such a heightened state. It’s a fix, a shockingly addictive one. I don’t have the capability to explain the sheer sense of breathlessness I feel after reading each piece. Its like reading an exquisite, detailed, description of my thoughts, put down in brilliant form, something so outrageously perfect, something I could wish to produce all my life but probably never accomplish.
“The problem with writing today, is the availability of readymade words. Before a thought has even formed in one’s mind an overcirculated one presents itself and gets written. The key to good writing then, is to let one’s thoughts choose a word and not the other way around.”
-George Owell
Your thoughts decide your words. But ofcourse you know that.
p.s i'm nikhil
This was a wonderful post. Sets off strange longings.
The fear of the eternal Singleton. :)
eternal singleton?
hahahahahaha
join the club
enjoyed the write but thought always tells me that
the cause of all suffering is desire and craving....
but
...the thrill of living is in desire and craving :-)
the fire sermon:
"Disenchanted, he becomes dispassionate.
Through dispassion, he is fully released.
With full release, there is the knowledge, 'Fully released.'
He discerns that 'Birth is depleted, the holy life fulfilled, the task done.
There is nothing further for this world."
beautifully written..felt strange though, after reading it. hope all is well with you nishi.
This is what I meant the other night when we talked about your blog. It raised the hairs at the back of neck. No, really. At the same time, I hope all is well with you.
I find accordance with a lot that you wrote. especially the ache, yes the ache.
delicious.
hey....just came across ur blog today through harsh's blog. I read quir\te a few of ur posts...u have a gr8 way wid words. Keep it up.
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If yur computer could churn out this stuff
VIVE LE COMPUTER! lONG LIVE R.A.M.
Hai Raam
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