Saturday, November 30, 2013

“Where were You?!”

Eleven long years had passed by. Ram and Meera were leading their own lives sans a clue that they would even end up talking to each other again. They were mere colleagues about more than a decade ago. Quintessentially, colleagues, not even friends, for they only knew each other's names. If there is anything at all that Meera wanted to remember from the chapters of her ex-colleague, it would only be that of a party that she had attended at Ram's home. The party was nothing defining either; Meera was just a part of the party, just an inkling. The party thus faded away into sepia tones, Meera and Ram did not even bother to contact each other for they were not really one of those best buddies; just an acquaintance that sprouted out of being colleagues at work.

Meera was this dusky heart-throb of many a hunk in her new office. Duskiness, combined with a husky tone and wine-deep eyes that left many a hunk gaping at her in awe! Her crowning glory was to her credit too. She had the tresses falling right on her curves, giving it a natural shield. Her eyes were always kohl-rimmed, that told a tale of yonderland. Of course not to forget, 10 years had passed by, and Meera had tied the nuptial knot and has been in this state for a good 4 years now. During one of the Septembers of her married state, she has a serendipitous rendezvous with a person, far away from abysmal reaches. All that Meera could say was that this is a person about whom she would like to remain anonymous, for he was special; he only resided in her inner self, profoundly bringing about a metamorphosis in her. She was clueless that she would even meet this person in life. The person ended up being her virtual consort, her leading light, guiding her right through, on top of it all, makes her realize who she really is and patiently tells her how beautiful she is. Meera had heard this from many, yet was magnetically attracted to this man, a thorough wordsmith and a lover of simplicity. He derives pleasures from things as simple and subtle as the changing colors of the sky. Nay, she was not in any relationship with him, he was a mirror, projecting all she wanted, without a premise. He was a reflection in every iota of her newness. She was embracing newness as it came by; feeling a torrential bout of rain. She could smell the freshness of the rain in every drop of newness abounding her. She loved this newfound preoccupation and had the feelings pursed in her mind and carried about her chores as usual. She had work to do, a household to take care of; so life did move on, naturally. Smitten by love, was she? Nay! She was in a state of smoky trance that is all. 

Where did Ram come from all of a sudden? He did not feature anywhere in the picture. Of course, Meera was all busy going through hormonal changes and getting sexier by the day, why would she want to recollect whatever that had happened to her, 11 years ago?! But as luck and chance had in store for her, she did get to chance back upon Ram. She connected back with her ex-colleague as a result of a cousin of social media. Meera’s pals had regrouped, and Ram was added to the list too. Meera did not even want to be part of the group as she was not sure if she would be able to adapt to the ways of the group. For all of them would have taken on to new life styles just as Meera had! She did not want to entirely indulge in the conversations of the group; she would just occasionally butt in through the door of the socially-virtual wall. Ram was part of it too. One day, she just decided to peep out of the window and scroll past her contacts and drop in a ping into Ram’s wall, separately. Meera obviously wanted to be discreet about this, for the last thing she wanted was for the group to get into some piquantly juiced up topics about Ram and Meera. Ram and Meera thus conversed both on the group and individual wall of the chat room, and found that they were in a revelation of sorts. A thread of similarity lay underlined beneath: Silver jewellery, wordsmithery, penchant for fusion music, godliness, freedom, space, and what not! In one such conversation with Ram, Ram just ended up telling her: “Hey Meera, stop spooking me this way! I feel you are my doppelganger!” Realization dawned on her, and she ended up asking him, “Hey Rams! Why did we not meet earlier?!” Ram and Meera had barely known each other for a few days; albeit there was an air of comfort all around, a certain sense of belonging, apart from the similar interests for music and thoughts they shared. Meera having quickly struck a chord with Ram, she shared her serendipitous September moment with him, and he instantly replied, “You know what, just be sure that I am around, so you could consider me!” "Meera, you know that the September moment is but a state of trance which would pass by, but I am visibly around, although only virtually." This was quite a thought, she thought! And thus, she had a choice of 3 mysterious colors: black, white and grey! Meera loves black; she also wanted to pick grey! Grey to her, would give her glimpses of both black and white. She could lean on to both colors as per her whimsical wishes! Causing thus a heavy cloud inside her head, Meera is on a heady high, on a grey scale, which is off the sepia toned memories! Ram was pleasantly smitten too, enjoying every bit of the PRESENCE they shared. Many an untold explanation, Ram was quick to share viaduct the music he loved. Ram being a man of music, was quick to dole out music that tailored the situations so well. Meera was no less a connoisseur of music too!  Their lyrical symphony thus began with a grey concoction! They know not if they would even meet! Meera has her own life to lead, so did Ram, although he was still a bachelor by choice! Ram enjoys the heady high and hopes to bump into Meera some time, only to break the shackles off and let her know that he missed his train, eleven years ago!! He should have hopped on to it, more than a decade ago, but somehow he had not taken notice. Well, Meera loves to meet Ram too and ask him the same question,” Where were you all this while?!” Not that they are going to take any life-changing decisions, but just know each other for keepsakes and revel in some cherishable memories that spring about some sweet nothings. 

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Orsino: If music be the food of love, play on!

Entrenched in music. So much music, swathing the chambers of the mind. Music that evokes blissful tears. A state of elation throughout the light of day, the dusk of the evening and the darkness of the night. Tethering eventually to love: A reason, almost inexplicable. The capacity to help reminisce. To lurk in the past, to linger in pleasantries and the paraphernalia of love exchanged. The simplicity of the tunes, stumping one down each time, that it keeps echoing at the backdrop. Humming them, in memory of love; serving good enough for many unspoken conversations. A state of trance, goaded with lyrical threads constantly taking one back to the subtleties of love. A reverie, soothing the nerves, as though the nerves are held softly and caressed. Music thus penetrating deep within the cells, proliferating quicker than cancer and helping me seethe in bliss. A sweet addiction, a reason to cherish all the time. 

Loaded, charged, all by music, letting love what it wants to do, keeping myself busy, only with music. A state of nothingness, thus forming a part of the WHOLE. I stand lazily leaning on to the wall of my open terrace, looking up skyward, watching the orange sky, both star-lit and illuminated by electricity from buildings nearby. Feeling the freshness of the November night-air, shutting my eyes, deep in thought. Not plugged into music though, I can only hear the background score playing all throughout. Paying a tribute to Shakespeare through Orsino: If music be the food of love, play on!! Yes indeed, the food of love...overflowing with mirth. A hug around you, my music, a warm one! Thank you for making my day so lyrical and rendering it a fitting end: A marriage of thoughts from yonderland flowing gently into the river of LOVE...

Sunday, November 24, 2013

An ode to you My Love

An ode to you My Love

Dare I do to love You

I know not where I muster this womanly courage

Albeit I know you belong to a higher plane

You shower the opulence on me with Thy Benevolence

Pray I love you more than myself

For in turn You teach me how to love myself back

Stand You do, anon, wearing a smile, so divine

Blessed I am to see You seethe with the effervescent smile

The silliest of thoughts, surrender I do at Your blue-black feet,

I can then revel in gay abandon

For I know You are around standing right there in the corner,

Encore, only smiling.

Do You even know any other action My Love?

How could you have this undeterred smile?

Don’t you shed tears of joy?

Even as I pen this down right for you in pensive mood,

I have tears blurring my vision

At the end of the blurring vision, I still can see You, my Light!

I can confide in You limitlessly,

For You seamlessly let me be, just let me be who I am!

With You, I am at my raw best, crudely inhibitionless...

My vegetable love for YOU knows no bounds

I can only hear lilting notes serenading through Your magical bamboo.

When the material world is caught in the gamut of melodramatic love
Here I am right before You, arduously awaiting only Your enchanting Smile.

Brim I do thus with mirth, a joy that transcends all worldly pleasures.

When I see thick clouds, I envision Your presence, blanketing the sky up with Your greyish colour.

Dusk naturally is thus my favorite hour,

For the purplish-orange hues painted by You

Invite me as though for a twilight union

Hold I then would Your hands,

Clench mine tight with Yours

And feel a heavenly warmth.

This unison with You my Love, could well let many a mortal squirm in angst

While I dance merrily with You blithely disregarding even my hunger pangs

For I am with You drinking the nectar of Love,

Leading me thus to the zenith of bliss.

I know not any lengthy chants of hymns

For all songs of my liking are dedicated right unto You

Hymns of praises I have for you

For bearing with all my idiosyncrasy

Tumultuous rants I make at times,

Forbear You do them all, with a gentle smile that makes me melt!

Pray I do not to You, for You are my bosom pal: I can engage in lengthy clandestine conversations with You, without a fellow mortal’s awareness.

Right this minute, if You decide to take me away,

I shall be ever ready to take off with You on a mirthful odyssey

And ever not return to planet earth,

I’d be perched up right there, watch You smile and silently whisper that You are mine!

Thursday, November 21, 2013

A virtual home

A safe haven of pleasure. Responsive yet not entirely responsible. Facing each other through the windows of the virtual world, perched with their cup of coffee and smoke. No snooping involved, virtual space translating to freedom. Online availability meters ticking, yet contacting each other ONLY if in the mindset at that given time.

Swathed by the freshness of each day. Seeing each other only through the virtual wall. Lives to lead, friends and family to be dealt with, yet juxtaposed with some warmth and cosiness of the virtual living room. The walls and rooms of the virtual home witness emotions run through like birds taking flight. 

A semblance of having met years ago. In reality, perhaps they would have known each other only for a few months. Age, birthdays, likes, dislikes all unearthed through the contours of the virtual wall. No harassment whatsoever, for they are fully wary of each other’s freedom and space. 

Commitments not discussed. Backgrounds not dug deeper. Awakening only to the PRESENT. Past and future are mere tenses, for they are entrenched in the presence of the  present.Nobody has a clue what would happen the morrow; neither can the past be altered.  This logic easily strikes a chord, gently serenading like music. 

Complete veracity in the fact that the virtual rakes the moolah of TOUCH too. Nothing physical about it, yet goaded with physiological and psychological metamorphosis from deep within. The sights and sounds of each other inducing creativity, enhancing love and compassion for each other. A self-derived gratification.

Nursing dreams of togetherness, no fastidiousness, seeking infinitesimal pleasures, sometimes even alien to the rest of the world. Devoid of targets and timeframes only two minds connecting, just so well; beyond the rules of telepathy. 

The virtual room, sans any rent or ownership: Rendezvous interlaced with multiple encores of deja-vu, with PRESENCE as its piece de resistance! The virtual world, circumventing the crevices of the real world, yet keeping oneself firmly grounded for loads of revitalizing moments to unleash and unravel the YOU within YOU, with virtually, no STRINGS attached!

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

The familiar pair of eyes:

She brazenly walks past the corridor, wearing a radiant smile. Perfume interlaced with the freshness in the air. Simplicity personified: Adornments to wardrobe, all spoke the language of simplicity, never goaded by gaudiness. A self-lover of sorts, yet fully aware of the effects of selfishness. 

The nuptial knot: An accepted antithesis from a character like hers.  Impressions, almost always, embroidered on the fabric of singularity, despite the glances of the protective pair of eyes. The eyes were perennially prying, notwithstanding the eyes that shone like an unfathomable bottle of wine. The bottle so red due to the  oldness of the wine. A sensory high. 

A certain style statement, putting her on the plane of fashionistas; an epitome of class. Could dare to be bare. Loads of silver though, embellished with humility.

Without a doubt, the drink of the hunks and many a fellow girl too. An instant magnetism with the spark of the eyes that told a never-ending tale. Challenged by the familiar pair of eyes all throughout:  letting some hair down and unleash; indulge in some complimentary high.  Inundated with unfulfilled diarised requests. Armed with the rationale to sift though; falling only for chemistry with wordsmithery.
The familiar pair of prying eyes glanced all day and night, unshaken by them, she remained oblivious and entrenched herself in gaiety.