The BARDes.

She

Fixed were his eyes on her

Drowned in her seducing eyes

Glued to her inviting smile

Oh, how he trembled, unable to hold himself together ….

How the tremors went

Right through him,

One after another

As her image flashed into life

Every passing second…

He crossed the border

As she lowered her guard

What an eternity of oblivious pleasure

Did they enjoy in fleeting minutes….

The wound patches, cuts and punctures

Of her soul

Did he see as he explored her body

Did she open her heart

As she did with her body

For him to see the

Abyss

He is about to fall….

Suddenly, would the pleasures of moments

Evaporate into thin air

Making it heavier for you to breath

As the reality begins to dawn….

Wondered, have you ever

What lies in the

Deepest & the darkest realms of a

Woman’s Heart

Which ignites her very being

A simple Lilly at times,

A deadly Bandura when the time is right….

07.06.2023

To be loved by the person you love is a rarity and it is indeed a blessing.
Every time I see you, I capture an image of you to be preserved deep in my heart and each time I close my eyes they do flash in my mind’s eye or each time I would pass a place where I had seen you, your image is sure to be there lingering around.
I have never gone through this much of an obsession over a man, and this is clearly eating into me. I find myself just day dreaming as worse as daydreaming could be, sensing every motion of yours. This is getting more insane than I expected and there is not a second that passes without a thought of you. I am bewildered by you and you continue to spell bind me and me willfully succumbing myself to deep s**t.
When I come to think about it, as to what I want from you, it is a deep felt desire not to possess you but towards making certain mutual connections with you in terms of building an understanding, a platform to share emotions and to hear that you feel the same for me. To hear that you too care for me would heal my soul and this burning desire of mine coz this desire got nothing to do with physical pleasures. This may be because, that part of me yearning for love is not fulfilled and I am desperate for it.
This morning, watching you talk, I was looking at the movements your hands were making when explaining your points. I had this instant desire to feel my hand in yours just like a kid would want to have her hand rested and held in someone she trusts the most. Every gesture you made, every motion you made, I captured them permanently to be revisited every passing second. I watched how your features would soften to smiles from stern looks and how often you would drown yourself in deep thoughts. The logic in the words you uttered, still clings in my ears and the tiniest change in your features, would spring back to life in my vivid thoughts about you....

With Love for an eternal Love🤟

Love
Love is not only those feelings associated with your bodily senses where you would feel as if on fire on a simple touch of a hand, a glowing smile or a passionate staring into the eyes of the person you think you are in love with. True, it could be tempted to explore its own limits by extending those exchanges of mutual interests to bigger exchanges of hearty hugs, sweet kisses and then into the realm of fantasy-lands. That’s where the notion of “oneness “, as the common standards would have it, takes place and your bond with the person you love is strengthened to a certain extent.
What passes without much recognition and value is the strength of a love where you would set the person you love at his own freedom and then watch from a distance of each action/reaction/involvement/entanglement with compassion and affection right in the center of your heart. This is what you term as “unconditional” and sometimes aptly complementing some “unrequited “love resulting from a lop-sided affection. Recognizing your love for as much as imperfections you could possibly empathize with, and tolerate every possible heartache he might give you, and still preserving the will and might to love him no matter what, would in my view achieve that “oneness “of souls.
However, superseding the feelings of “selfish Love”, for the fundamental reason for us to love somebody is to find solace in the idea of having loved back and taken care of in turn, into those of emotions of value and wealth where the one you love is held separately in his own space still with a ready heart to rush into assistance full of love and compassion, is Painfully Beautiful.

-Outlet-
02.02.2023

Request

(June 7, 2009 at 8:16pm)

what should the beginning be,
let the begining be the Beginning ...
what should the end be,
let the end be the End..
and what if both the Begining and the End are the same?
the Begining has just
marked the End it self...
My Life Is Just The Same...

Help,
Is What I Am Looking For....

An Odesy to rain
Pouring down
In heavy drops
Lashing every thing in between
As if, in a monstrous anger
You, fall down to earth
The off-spring of
Goddess "Cloud"...

Watching the sky this evening
I saw her
Getting pregnant slowly
Until she was so heavy
With a full belly
Ready to deliver....

As the tress
First danced in joy and then
Began to twist around
As if set to a frenzied drum
And as lightning flashed every where
With thunder booming in the air
I knew, she was ready
and in pains....

So, here pours down
The son of mother Cloud
In such wild spirit , a spirit

Only shared by the pure and the bold
In such phenomenal , awe inspiring
Rhythm ,
And oh,
I love very move you make
Indeed.... ;-) :-)

02.03.2017.
Suj...