Blooming orchids were tied to form a beautiful bouquet, and i was looking at it so very lost in thoughts that its blue and violet reflections could be seen in the cornea of my eye.Trying to sense the beauty through my nostrils i was missing the Indian rose and its delight. The cigar close to the ring and very close to my cardiac nerve, was effecting my lungs negatively, but i was looking towards its prose only . I could ward off my imaginary problems away from me in the form of smoke. the smoke drifted away from me along with the wind taking an escape from the roof of four wheeler i was driving. It faded my view of twinkling stars and nearly half moon and i compared it to fading of magic which used to be part of my life.
Its not like that ,i spend much time in writing or i am writing for the first time ,but its like that i want to pen down something for my little jolly. I am having clay of thoughts and experiences and i want it all to be part of her castle in crude form.
The curls or straights , but whenever they used to fall on her rosy cheeks, i used to dream California Disneyland with one eye,and swing of Ferris wheel at town fate from the other eye. She spread her arms towards me and now my eye lashes were all wet & i touched her lips with mine,trying not to hurt her with dried lips of mine still feeling our breaths mixing. I am no beautiful beholder but she was real beauty.
The girl who will be evidencing cigars more than pencil's to pour out imaginations. I will be feeding her play with smoke of my cigar to make oval's and circles in the air...n see them vanish.
I her mum has chosen this fate for her and myself.The night of orchids and cigars flash-backed again as if it happened just , that she had just kicked my belly for the first time,and i had chosen to kick away the magic and move on with smoke around me.........I FELT...I.AS if i had lost it A moment back! ONLY..........
Its not like that ,i spend much time in writing or i am writing for the first time ,but its like that i want to pen down something for my little jolly. I am having clay of thoughts and experiences and i want it all to be part of her castle in crude form.
The curls or straights , but whenever they used to fall on her rosy cheeks, i used to dream California Disneyland with one eye,and swing of Ferris wheel at town fate from the other eye. She spread her arms towards me and now my eye lashes were all wet & i touched her lips with mine,trying not to hurt her with dried lips of mine still feeling our breaths mixing. I am no beautiful beholder but she was real beauty.
The girl who will be evidencing cigars more than pencil's to pour out imaginations. I will be feeding her play with smoke of my cigar to make oval's and circles in the air...n see them vanish.
I her mum has chosen this fate for her and myself.The night of orchids and cigars flash-backed again as if it happened just , that she had just kicked my belly for the first time,and i had chosen to kick away the magic and move on with smoke around me.........I FELT...I.AS if i had lost it A moment back! ONLY..........
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