Always his...
He came into my life by mistake. Wild and free. In my mind, I have slept with him numerous times. No, not making love, just holding one another.
He doesn’t know anything of this. But he knows I love him like no other. When we met, his eyes saw straight into me. I so believe.
Like I saw straight into him. Words seemed insufficient, hesitant, shy. And we weren’t comforted enough to look straight in eyes and be so, or hold a silent conversation. Like when you just sit together, side by side, quiet.
And a finger makes connect. And evolves to holding hands. Just holding hands.
My life was full, content and flowing over the brim. So what was the need to welcome this stranger to that short list of long loves? I really don’t know. Maybe that is how it works, life.
The night is still young. There are many hours before dawn. Yet, I am sleepless. I wonder if what I do is right. I wonder, 'Am I the only one this way?' Bestowed with the infinite source of love. The power to love even when it hurts.
He promises, "Ask and you shall receive." I ask for hope, one more time. I hope that someone would love me the way I love. Someone would understand why I am the way I am. Someone besides me is just like me, or at least almost…
I constantly wonder about souls, death, afterlife, the promise of infinity. Do I believe? The happening of an unhappenable. Sometimes I do, mostly I don’t. What is the later that can’t be realized in the present...will it even matter so much later…
I willed him to find a woman of his own. Someone who would pet him, pamper him, mother him. Someone who would inspire him and be his hope. Someone who would encourage him to spread his strong wings and take the flight to the horizons of his mighty destiny. Someone who would fly with him, accompany him.
And I would wait here, in the woods, wishing him luck, chanting my beads of rosary for his success and happiness. I would wait infinitely, for him to come back to me. I would wait for him to know that what he went on an elusive search was right within him, with him, always his.
*Images are mine. As is prose. All rights reserved.
tatzzz beautifulllllll... vryyy nicely written...
And a finger makes connect. And evolves to holding hands. Just holding hands. - how simple n yet how trueeee... :-)
rgdsBhavna
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Sup,
Yes, he wanted to, he was asked to....but thats only half the story.....shall write the rest..when the time is right...
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aha.. one of my fav topics... guess it's the fascination with the concept itself (: or maybe read too much of Kahlil Gibran, but this closer to divinity than any religion for me. really loved the pic... gives the impression as if they've been so moved by your waiting and longing that even they got their eyes fixed on the road, even as yours are closed in prayers said to the rythm of the rosary (: this one had a real lyrical feel to it (: nice, really nice (:
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enjoyed this
someone's in a very romantic mood, what's up?
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Poured out the untold silent wishes of ur heart..Desires n expectations always grows but never changes...
Someone would understand why I am the way I am. Someone besides me is just like me, or at least almost…
Ur desire is to find someone...Ur wish is to have that someone as the one u know & u want...:-)
Beautifully written...
Cindrella King
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EW,
It touches because it is so straight from the heart.What is it about the Abudhabi air that creates this soul stirring? I know another AD female, infact she was someone who introduced me to Sulekha who went bananas according to me and lovelorn and lyrical according to her with similar thoughts..the good news or the bad news, she is now reconciled after much soul searching to soul dead Abudhabi as I call it and hopefully leads the mundane life of the rich and the idle...
The one part that jarred
"I hope that someone would love me the way I love. Someone would understand why I am the way I am. Someone besides me is just like me, or at least almost…"
That makes the love very selfish..if you loved the way you claim to without any expectations then two things will happen
1) You will not miss anything
2)You will suddenly find many soulmates
cheers and kudos foor great writing
vish
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EW,
loved this line.....
What is the later that can’t be realized in the present...will it even matter so much later…very poignant....wonder, yeah???
EW, just like you, I love them, silent conversations...hmmm a wealth of wisdom exchanged ....
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I would wait for him to know that what he went on an elusive search was right within him, with him, always his.
He wanted to go?
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