Sunday, August 31, 2008

fuchsia I seek


O you fuchsia of my life
I come to you
When I need a hide
U r the one I find…
For me the one impetuous
For me the one rampart
An inciter . . . your admonition I seek
To take refuge…
Cover me fuchsia, color me fuchsia
So there wont me no two to identify
From yes to no…
From white to black
From sorrow to happiness
All shall fall one
the emotion fuchsia and the existence fuchsia

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Still Do Nothing


They have met her before… they have seen her many times … the interest she evoked every time she passed isn’t so surprising, as the surprises became the routine. But today was special … a reappearance in the same gathering was not only unexpected but also strange as much as her elope. As if she ceased to exist.
Some say “she found love”, some say “she found wine”, some still describe solitude as her companion.
For all it was news that she tied the knot… it went uncelebrated… the mystery ended so her existence for many … and soon she was forgotten…

It was unlike her to get carried away by the cheesy vocabulary and lucid promises… but she took a chance when she got the invite… the friend was dear … so she broke her promise of seclusion… of not to judge and so not to encounter …The crowd… gulping wine and spewing words both without taste.

Here she is the head turner flanked by a handsome to make the composition prettier. All eyes to them. “She is the same” someone remarked… “Yeh! Just got fuller and more chiseled… He has done a good work”… someone else added as they chuckle in unison.

The eyes turn envious, puzzled, admiring, respectful, judgmental with every move of the couple… stuck to each other …. They seem complete… two flavors opposite yet complimenting each other… each gets shinier in the presence of other…

And yet there is something still so intriguing about them that leaves all amazed and curious… to know more every time they get a bit of information. She meets all as if saying adieu to her most celebrated aloofness… now someone is constantly with her even in her aloofness…

Two eyes met and a sudden shrug of remembrance traveled through the sleepiest nerve of both brains… smiles follow unknowingly… and then the shy in her took over the bold beauty… for a second … and next she is back to herself… looking straight to those eyes so wise… the age hasn’t stolen the charm from them… 5 years and he is still the same…

He looked affectionately and seemed content as though “she” finding a mate is “his” achievement. Aah she found a right match what a pretty picture… blessing innumerous break all stop gates and even raze the banks… the eyes brim and droplets roll down…
He could only utter “bless you” and took refuge in the crowd … the emotions unknown flash in his mind… he knows no relation to her still the heart says “bless you”.

Yet! The uneasy air says something different… he looks back to the eyes … still looking at him and the cause of strangeness struck him hard… the lady looking at him with respect and guy … the picture shook him off… he looked back to the lady…

She comes back to her senses as the picture of him goes blur… “why is this picture blur?”... She questions herself… “He hasn’t gone far” and the droplets roll and explain the reason… she smiles at her own stupidity… a smirked face looks at her… and she reciprocates the emotions… while she still smiling the thought struck her hard … did he read it… does he know now… the secrete veiled so well… or may be not so well… she wish to rush to him and tell him all… she would tell the truth as she always do…

She searched for him … in rush… and then yelled (in her mind) … “Yes! You are right” … “I still do nothing”… she found him sitting at the same old spot… and looked deeply in his eyes…
The demeanor on the face said it all… this time… no question needed… and nothing unanswered.