The sun trickled through bent, dry branches. It was running from a bright red into a soft orange. It seeped through the entangled branches that were forming a net as if to greedily drink the last rays. But the caressing, warm rays had penetrated this opaque trap and lined his face. They ran along his quiet eyes and bounced over his stubble till they melted into his neck. She wondered if he knows how beautiful he was.
She was feeling cold. The breeze was wrapping her like a lazy sari, flowing this way and that. She was enveloped in the divine instant where nature met man. She let herself converse with the vague wilderness around her. How strange, she thought, that this should perfectly fit into the solemn wilderness of our moment here..
Patiently, she drunk it all in. The unsure formations of the rocks all around her. Some pointing toward the east, another balanced on frailty. She watched the clouds speaking to her in their cotton-like way. Telling, but not just so. She saw them uniting with the sky and then, suddenly, cuddling up together. She thought it so natural for the sound of the rocks being blown up. Why?
He lazily sat back and allowed all his past memories to run by his mind. The first kiss he had shared, the discovering of this place, having gotten lost when he wanted to go back. He remembered those times when he had sat with his friends and let the bonfire of that night light something magical for him. He was sucked into his past while it murmured back those stories.
Quietly, he drunk it all in. The way her hands moved. The softness of her skin, the delicate lips, the mysterious eyes. He watched her think. He could see how she loved it here. He saw the gentle, final rays of the sun dress her face. They sloped against her hair and framed her tired face. She seems aglow, he thought. He let himself rest and swam through the passing seconds like he was stuck in that single moment of infinity. When?
They sat there, enjoying the pristine time together. Seldom do memories last long enough to make you totally satisfied. But there are times when it can fill your heart up and make you brim with the utter consciousness of every moment, every breath, every movement, every emotion.
He turned. He loved the way her eyes suddenly shut and opened to give him a quick questioning look. She turned. She loved the way he silently searched her soul with his penetrating eyes.
Things had changed.
She was feeling cold. The breeze was wrapping her like a lazy sari, flowing this way and that. She was enveloped in the divine instant where nature met man. She let herself converse with the vague wilderness around her. How strange, she thought, that this should perfectly fit into the solemn wilderness of our moment here..
Patiently, she drunk it all in. The unsure formations of the rocks all around her. Some pointing toward the east, another balanced on frailty. She watched the clouds speaking to her in their cotton-like way. Telling, but not just so. She saw them uniting with the sky and then, suddenly, cuddling up together. She thought it so natural for the sound of the rocks being blown up. Why?
He lazily sat back and allowed all his past memories to run by his mind. The first kiss he had shared, the discovering of this place, having gotten lost when he wanted to go back. He remembered those times when he had sat with his friends and let the bonfire of that night light something magical for him. He was sucked into his past while it murmured back those stories.
Quietly, he drunk it all in. The way her hands moved. The softness of her skin, the delicate lips, the mysterious eyes. He watched her think. He could see how she loved it here. He saw the gentle, final rays of the sun dress her face. They sloped against her hair and framed her tired face. She seems aglow, he thought. He let himself rest and swam through the passing seconds like he was stuck in that single moment of infinity. When?
They sat there, enjoying the pristine time together. Seldom do memories last long enough to make you totally satisfied. But there are times when it can fill your heart up and make you brim with the utter consciousness of every moment, every breath, every movement, every emotion.
He turned. He loved the way her eyes suddenly shut and opened to give him a quick questioning look. She turned. She loved the way he silently searched her soul with his penetrating eyes.
Things had changed.
7 comments:
Wonderful! You can see it, taste it, feel it ...
Oh my god this is so beautiful...it is even a privilege to comment...the pictures you paint (so effortlessly) are so vivid and wonderful. I could almost see in my mind the things you were talking about....could totally relate to it somehow...I can say without any hesitation that this is your best post yet. Oh boy you make writing seem so easy.I wish I had written this...damn!
.:A:. - Thanks!
Anil - Gee. Thanks, I'm glad you liked it and could relate to it at some level. Guess I beat you to it. This time. :)
..M.. think I know this voice.
I have heard it before.
Too much of a slave to the style?
Anon - Yes, perhaps a slave or perhaps caught in the circle. Or maybe I like to hold onto marks left.
Hey this was really nice. When I read the poetry u had written in the later posts , I kept on reading your blog , till I came to this. At this point , I could not help but comment. U write beautifully ....
Infatuation Junkie - Thanks for reading my blog and commenting. It's always nice to know that people appreciate something I wrote. :)
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