pronouncing love

A rooftop and rushing breeze… full of energy to toss everything to pieces…
She stands alone with in the sea of faces…. She loves rooftops and she obviously loves breeze …

“Weather is good” someone remarked…. “Its romantic” she amended….
As she speaks the word her tongue paused for a second….

Romantic….. Romantic…. Romantic….

“Is it really romantic or I am romanticizing…”

She went in to contemplation

“I had been romanticizing all through…. Defined love by his actions…
Understood longing by his pain…. Kept him on high altar as someone who went through worst to find me…. He deserves the best…. Remodeled the lifestyle… remodeled the perception (how successfully is still debatable)….. Found (built) reasons for eccentric behavior…. Happily accepted all what comes as a package called ‘him’….. Am I really happy… is this what I longed for, aspired for, dreamt of….and waited for”

“Oh! Its really romantic from this rooftop when I look at the setting sun as it says goodbye to rest in the cozy embrace of its beloved hills, ranging all across the western horizon…. As it sets and asks me to rush to you and get engulfed by you …. Remain in between your vast chest and tight clasp of long arms forever.... I wish you were here…
I wish you would pick my call for once …..And your voice showers the unmatched love of yours…. The unbroken spell on me….”

“To hell with romance…. I have to finish lots of work today…” she shakes her head and comes back to her workplace…. But she can’t shake the idea just like that

I miss you …. I miss you….. Oh! I miss you…..

She cant work….. forces herself, but cant…..

In a blink she is back to the rooftop…. That’s the only solace … rooftop is the silent companion a constant one…

Cigarette in hand she lights... and watches the setting sun doing all the mischieves with the ranging hills…. It lights them up… brush them with the rays…. They are all aroused … it hides behind them slowly …. Orgasmic….

As much as the cigarette on the lips…

She sucks in the smoke and it sucks the tenderness of her lips…. Both of them on mission…. Puff by puff…. Slow but intense….Inhaling smoke she knows its just for a drag that she can forget him….not even that…. He will again take the center stage and there is no running away from him… his memories… his ways of life…. His thought process…. He has overpowered every other addiction and she is now addicted to him…. Paralyzed without him…

Cigarette is no replacement to his supple lips…. This rooftop is no replacement to his cozy embrace…

I love you…. Love you…. Love ….. Ha ha ha ha….