“Smile came naturally to my lips, that my cheeks hurt. My lips got tired of being stretched for so long. But still, it kept coming. The happiness, and the smile thereof. Sometimes when he mentions something, or at some gesture of his, my smile, came again in a sudden gush that I felt embarrassed myself to beam so much. That I thought the lips couldn’t stretch enough, the cheeks couldn’t take the whole of it, coming in a rush. For it was, happiness, from within. From deep down.”

the black wind

I was jealous. I still am. But I realized it only now. Now, I could detach that dirty leech from where it got stuck inside me; sucking blood. Examine its slimy sluggish back, and the killing teeth. The filthy worm of jealousy. The stone that weighed my heart down, the damp cold that crept into my insides, I could realize only now that it was jealousy. For it took me time to grasp what the odd unfamiliar anger that was rising through my lips was. I had to swim across a sea of bewilderment. Gasping and trying to float about, with only emptiness to hold on to, finally to acknowledge and behold that shore of understanding. I swam across, in my persistence to unearth the name of this new tornado of emotion. An undesired thorn that pricked my little rose heart. The surge of protest, that I felt, that war that I wanted to unleash on you for remembering her, any her, for even that split second. If I had my way, I wouldn’t have let anyone, any her, take a tiny space in your heart that ought to have been mine. If I was the wind goddess, I would’ve let my tempest sweep her away, to a far away where you will never see her again. If I was the queen of beauty, I would never have anyone surpass me, for then, you will have eyes only for me. I fumed like a volcano. My lips parted in fully formed angry words, against someone I did not know. Words that I had never said before, took shape swiftly in my mind to thrash the unknown her, to shred her to pieces.


When I reached the shore, all wet and dripping, I realized I had been here before. Innumerous times. For this was the infamous land of jealousy, where I had had to visit when I sulked coz my playmate flaunted her new colourful toy that I wanted. When my eyes welled up with big tear drops when three out of four thingummies from the charming shop was given to the other kid and not me. When the girl next seat’s birthday sweets were tastier than those I had for mine. This l'l villain that attacked me today, was strange but. It dint have the playful innocence of the old childhood ones. And it was not the kind of jealousy when your friend is back from a dream travel like yours and says he just had the time of his life. Not the kind that you have when you see the other girl wearing the midnight blue gown that you so coveted.


I thus searched the land for the real culprit, realisation dawning over me that this wasn't the usual green eyed jealousy. Mine I found was the king of all goons of this land, that sat in the black jeweled throne in the central part of the kingdom. The only one which was blessed by the God of emotions to churn the visitors in its most terrible tornado. The only one that had the power of crushing. For this was the kind of astonishing jealousy deep down in the central part of your heart, that made your heart throb in pain. Yes, that was the key. This jealousy was surprising. Inexplicable. The kind of thing, you want to deny having, to the end of the world, until you found no other way out of it. The kind of jealousy that leaves you spent. And you only had the bitterness in your heart, that you want to unleash at someone. But if you did, you would reproach yourself, coz you are waiting for the wind to go away and then see. See, after the haze from the hurricane is gone. There was nothing that you could do. Only, just wait for it to end, the rough tempestuous wind that is blowing with rocking gusts, making your heart rattle. That makes you weak. And this is where I was. And I still am. Until the wind dies down.

the only one

Like there is only one nectar that can give a new life,
Like there is only one sun that kisses the mountain,
Could it be that, all those poets will praise that only one?
The Poems and proses of the lovely love alone?

Like there is only one season for the flowers to spring,
Like there is only one blue sky for the full moon to adorn,
Could it be that, this handsome man is that only one?
The one missing piece of my long waiting half?

Like there is only one ocean for the river to merge,
Like there is only one rainbow that the rain falls in love with,
Could it be that, today, we are that perfect pair?
The only one lost in the strange tale of romance?

Like there is only one word of truth from an untainted heart,
Like there is only one taste for the sweet sugar syrup,
Could it be that, it is us who are destined?
For the only one ending, of, the happily ever after.

her butterfly story

They fluttered like a set of restless butterflies every time she did her blushing acts. To put him under their power. So that in moments of amazement, he will shower her with more such words of infinite love. She let them charm him, her eyelashes, cause he loved them the most. He loved them for their sweet bloom. For, they were the kind of long, slender flowers that you can touch with your hands and caress. Those which were the kind of charcoal dark, that skillfully formed the borders of his perfect sketches. Dark enough to contain the mesmerizing beauty of her eyes within. To form the backdrop, yet again brilliant in itself to make him marvel at the strokes. A lovely addendum, to the glowing gaze of her eyes beneath. Such grandiose, that he wants to trace the way they rise up from the splendid valley of her deep eyes. To form the perfect arc of a marvelous black rainbow. A thing of beauty, to stand and stare. A real stunner for him to get lost and love.

the delectable you

In the spent of the night and in the start of the day
Even in the spiteful heat of the hot summer sun,
And in the wistful wait for the sweet shine of the moon
I feel fond memories of you flashing about me
And I bathe in the sweetness of that pleasurable delight
Of a time together, of me , and the delectable you.

Fall

Like a tide that fell in love with the lunar light. That took her up the sky, let her flying high in rampant joy. Climbing higher and higher, in her desire to reach him and dance with him. Drizzling him with her warm water, and feeling the joy. Each tiny wave of her twinkling in his brilliant moonlight love. Fall back then, to her mother ocean, after one exquisite love making. Only to rise again and be kissed. Fall, only to reel back in love.



Like a river that fell in love with the lone cliff. That gave her the world, let her dancing in grace, coursing through him. Her many brilliant drops ricketting off her, shining a rainbow colour in the playful sunlight. Feeling his lovely touch in every bit of her movement. Relishing the rush of air seeping through her cells, as she poured down in delight to the deep beautiful valley beneath. Falling in her bountiful flow, caressed by him. To fall, in a lush of love. Only to fall back, in abundant rain drops, showering herself on him. Fall, losing herself, in the maddening hug of his welcome back love.