Through the window, I see your shadow cast in the shape of a thousand desires. A heart bleeds in desperation, in the blind yearning for the beat of another.
Memories hearken to an erstwhile tryst, a conspiratorial congregation of two bodies forming a single shape. Smoke and vapours embraced the tense vibrance, as lovers shook their hair loose in the silence. A rivulet hushed through their secret garden, granting ghosts refrain in the twilight of their encounter. Silent locks found their keys, and fingers gleefully kissed quiet corners smiling in weary acceptance.
The energy bristled within its limits in warning. A spectacle of light and fire ensued. Two spirals intertwined, violently conducting a masquerade of struggle and passion. In frantic anticipation, the ground stood overawed, and the firmament withdrew. The rain lashed out, and the struggle changed dimensions, a tussle between the forces of the earth and the heavens.
Eons passed in this ceaseless battle. All that is known is the rain prevailed, though what remained was merely meagre in force. A hiss sat uneasy upon the land, spent in its endeavour. Neither fire nor light were ever seen again.
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You are my only joy, raining down on me from mercied heavens.
And I, a wanderer, caught in deserts dry, for the rest of my times.
Memories hearken to an erstwhile tryst, a conspiratorial congregation of two bodies forming a single shape. Smoke and vapours embraced the tense vibrance, as lovers shook their hair loose in the silence. A rivulet hushed through their secret garden, granting ghosts refrain in the twilight of their encounter. Silent locks found their keys, and fingers gleefully kissed quiet corners smiling in weary acceptance.
The energy bristled within its limits in warning. A spectacle of light and fire ensued. Two spirals intertwined, violently conducting a masquerade of struggle and passion. In frantic anticipation, the ground stood overawed, and the firmament withdrew. The rain lashed out, and the struggle changed dimensions, a tussle between the forces of the earth and the heavens.
Eons passed in this ceaseless battle. All that is known is the rain prevailed, though what remained was merely meagre in force. A hiss sat uneasy upon the land, spent in its endeavour. Neither fire nor light were ever seen again.
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You are my only joy, raining down on me from mercied heavens.
And I, a wanderer, caught in deserts dry, for the rest of my times.
4 comments:
This is for Zahra. It is still nowhere close to being good enough. But I am sick and tired of making excuses. My apologies.
I love you. And thank you.
This was fiery,magical. Reminded me of the Tango, as in the dance. Fiercely passionate. Beautiful imagery. Fire and rain. silhouettes and memories.Brilliant. Zahra must be some Muse! :) Good for both of you!!
last para was absolutely perfect
firstly, for the sentimental value of it...that was complete AWhhhh...
Zahra ur one lucky girl there :)
second, Ive always wanted to write about something like that, but never found the words to capture it quite right. I couldn't have done a better job on it than you did.
That was....
beautiful, powerful, eloquent, poetic..all at once.
Very inspiring.
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