And suddenly I could feel his gaze at me.
We were not facing each other distanced only by a few steps…
but I could still feel his unflinching piercing gaze
as if I had grown a pair of eyes at the back of my head.
I stood motionless beaten and angry
at the world and mostly at him..
I knew he was there..waiting as always.
The piercing silence got unbearable.
.Time stood like an eternity between us.
.All that was heard was the pounding of the hearts
at the two ends..mine and his.
Lava like desire
that was rising from the volcanic emotions of the hearts
gripped the air.
Every particle and every atom
bore witness to the love that ached to retreat.
A FRENZY ROSE
It was not the feet that turned its steps backwards
It was not the body
that rushed TOWARDS HIM TO CRUSH THE SELF AGAINST THE SOUL OF HIS
IT was a power, a force that is not guided by reason and logic
It was the love..
that fills ur heart with its warmthness to such an extent
that ur nerves ache with its silken touch
And like a bird you rise in the air,
ready to transcend all boundaries of space and time
Love’s excess fills u with wonder and amazement
You are no longer your self
the body loses its identity as the soul takes control
makes you pure and chaste like a new born child
ALL THAT YOU CAN FEEL AT THE MOMENT IS THE ‘RUSH’ .
And once again we were standing face to face…
nothing cud separate us at this moment.....
no power in this world cud come between us.
at least this was the faith that cooconed us in its halo.
we knew we were safe
Our eyes met..we saw our worlds in it..
they merged became one.
He held my hands.
hands that to me seemed that of an angel or a superman.
To me He was no longer a human..
everything about him metamorphosed ..
My heart made ecstatic leaps as he drew me closer..
our lips quivered to touch…
and when the urge cud no longer be subsided we gave in..
CHARMED IN THE SPELL OF LOVE….
We kissed the kiss of trance.
Exploring heavenS in it’s wake..
that is how stream of consciousness flows through ones head, there is no break. You by not using any punctuations have employed the right technique to make it believable. The end seems to be a perfect blend of romance and metaphysics.
ReplyDeletefrom what I can say from my knowledge and right now what I am thinking is that stream of consciousness doesn't just flow out of the mind in an exasperated, purplish gush but it does also make the world..oh that's enough fabulous scribble take my bow Ms. Sacrosanct!!!!!
ReplyDeletethanks a ton DC... for ur precious words..:):)
ReplyDeletewelcome Ms. Sacrosanct for being my follower :) ya it's only words...:)
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