Once, on the shore, I saw her. Started diving into the depths of the deep blue sea, without getting wet. She was controlling my eyes…I was not, but it got stuck to her. I started to breathe her beauty…. what an intoxication? I felt more handsome now. She started to draw me into a state of silence. Was I breathing? She was in the air cleansing my inner self. I am sure, its the first time I am seeing her but she was so familiar by heart. I felt to have spent every second of my existence in her arms. This is something new… is this “love well before the first sight”.
She dispatched a smile through the wind to me. I realized my strength at heart; it handled what even the lighting arresters could have not. What did it do to me? Was I blushing? The whole world has missed a beautiful source of renewable energy. An eye transplant in a second to my heart, he also joined me in seeing the sublime being.
All processes came to a stand still due to lack of sufficient memory space, she had occupied whatever was available. I don’t know how and when it happened, she was inside me, I was spellbound. I closed my eyes to spend some time with my most wanted guest within. Something magical was happening, the artificial decibels started to reduce around us, the whistle of the wind sounded like a personalized symphony…. Felt like coming close to eternal bliss. My arms opened and I was hugged by her, tight……… now I can’t convey my state but sure u can understand. My heart did not skip but forgot to beat. I dint expect that, at least so soon …but now expect her not to leave. As I was floating in the cloud of care and love, small concern started to grow; will I be alive after she releases me from her arms? I felt at home.
She came close to my ears; I was close to getting evaporated. She whispered “How can you ever dream of not being loved by me? The moment you start I am yours and you are mine.”
Can any one be so lucky in life? Yes, every one can be.
I forgot to tell you her name,it's “Nature”.
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I read this yesterday, and as always, would strongly encourage the poet in you to be more visisble, as you have done a good work here too.
Wow!!! Am spellbound ... u never fail to amaze with ur ability to create
Blistering Barnacles.... Bingo...
thank u man, u have saved my time.im sure to use ur imagination in my next girl frnds bday card.....
gr8 imagination,
personally,i kno u as a gud speaker,but after i read this i came to kno dat u r a gud writer wit creative thots.
written with a profound sense of love.Hope to read more of ur imaginations!
Another stab at creativity from Mr Elango and its bulls eye again...Carry on Mr Elango but be more frequent in ur updations....
that was a beautiful expression of love and more so becoz the title says unconditional.I have loved nature and can feel almost all the sensations described by you. In fact, this probably is the love that is absolutely unconditional.
But ur imagination is infectious so better come up with more stuff like this .
its an pleasure to read this
Needless to say it is versatile also
Awesome Elango , Good Start.....
The end was intriguing.....
Keep up the good work
Superb Da....
You are really good...
Amazing Yaar!!! Simply Amazing.....:))
Amazing with capital "A".....
the way u think is pretty much clear.the message too.
a good attempt.
also,there is much scope for improvement.
The first time i met you, i thought u were fond of literature. Now, m discovering your many other dimensions. Exceptional writing.
A Bitter Sweet pill...something that makes you cry...something that makes you smile....It nourishes your soul , it destroys your life...what do I say...Am I better off without it ?? No Way!!!!...Love..Nature...two sides of the same coin ? Some questions don't have answers and they are better that way !!! To love nature is good , to be loving by nature is better...just picked up the tempo mate...!! you set my mind rolling !!!! Does not happen often !!! Wonderful thoughts !! Keep thinking !!!
Prem...
ennavo pongo... midnight ley kanna tharandhitingo......conditional ,unconditional solle thukamey pochi....
Scrap again...How can someone feel the way you did while writing this stuff. Junk....
Awesome boi:-)
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