
She cheered me up! What a beauty...
So many times for her...mysterious.
Every morning, when I leave the house, the rays of sun escapes through the fluttering leaves only to fall on my smiley cheek. Blithe.
That lovely lady in all-black, slips from my hand and runs with a coyish smile, whispering in my ears, "last night, you were in my dreams too". MP3 player.
Then comes the raw womanhood in gold-dust skin, in whose bosom I have found haven, she has taken my sleep away, yet, I day dream of her taste for I add a little more sweet into her. Cafe Mocha.
And when I take the turn at the end of the street, where the sun actually gets the brightest, I see myself everywhere, the city-of-mirrors emerges with my every step. Glossy buildings.
I always open that right door behind which I get the unconditional-love, warmth, privacy and a quintessential satisfaction attained in silence, turn after turn. Temple of pages - Library.
Once inside, I go over her parts so thoroughly that she smiles at me and stretches her hand and caresses my hair with her soft fingers for which I say, "Got it". Lab assignments.
When I look at the moon through that window in the Temple of Pages, he cools both of our bodies and energies for few more miles. I shut my Laptop and walk back.
I told you...!
Isn't she lovely.
Yes, she is my Lovely Life.
5 comments:
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hey! Its beautiful! Never knew you had a passion towards writing..
Splendid piece of writing !!
Samarth: You know, "Moving finger writes... and having writ.. " :-)
Asha: Thank You. I always want to write but its hard to find myself in a state to sit-down exclusively to massage the thoughts and put them down. Well, I have seen pages (putagalu) of Kannada literature on your blog...you must be managing it all. Kudos.
Jayanthi: Thank you for taking time in reading the escapades of the moving finger! :-) It feels good. I see you are a regular blogger unlike me I will find time to read yours too.
Good one ��
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