There is only a sheet of glass between me and the raging city. I am motionless, a part of this great skyline.
The silence inside brings out the paradoxes of the outside.
I can see what I hear.
I can hear what I touch.
I can touch what I feel.
I can feel what I smell.
I can smell when she speaks.
When she speaks to me.
She speaks to me in the most fragile of whispers. Whispers meant only for me. The wind crackling them up, as every syllable caresses my ears. She tells me of how she has waited for our union. How it has been so many years since we both saw the dream of this moment.
All this as I move through her, soaking up the experience of being in her. Life moves in a swirl around me, as I see everything that I had dreamt of. The sights and sounds of her, just as I had imagined.
Imagination is such a wonderful thing, when it comes to life.
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Now that sends my imagination running ;)
*rolls her eyes*
I am going to trust you when you say that imaginations come to life one day... right now I am only building newer stories in my head, the one which I want to be a part of some day...
totally stumped by the sensuality and romance of this beautiful piece! exquisitie!
loved the verse in between and the summation...perfect.
arundhati, that made me smile. yeah, me too i guess. just, not too much time left ;@)
english august, exquisite, magical, symphony like words ... i could feel a shiver run down my spine. beautiful, maestro.
so sorry - i read aradhita in a hurry and read it as arundhati :)
Very very beautiful.... like I feel when immersing myself into a good book.
Bidisha
So romantic. Who is 'she'...
"The silence inside brings out the paradoxes of the outside."
One of the wisest ways to express The Moment in words.
Casablanca - Don't run too far. ;-)
Aradhita - And ones which will live themselves out ...
gulnaz, Prerona, mermaid - Thank you.
Kaushik-Bidisha - Thanks for dropping by and for your comment.
Anne - Read between the lines and you may find out.
POWERFUL - left me speechless.
great piece. the power...stunning. dont mean to be nosy, but could you kindly reveal who 'she' is...gettin a bit lovey-dovey are we?
dare i say i adored the title?
I kind of stumbled upon your post through prerona's blog. So glad I did.
Since "August" is the month of my birth, as well as my Grandfather's name, I have a sort of built-in affinity...and then came your writing. Brilliant! Simply brilliant.
I WILL be back.
Oh my, this is simply lovely.
The title almost plays on a pun, if I get the subtle message of what you are sending to your readers. Sensual and full of imagery. I love it!
i love the title. that title's mad. like the post also, but that title killed me.
Awaiting the smiley in response,
Phal.
I like it! An intimate reaction to a place....
Strangley beautiful shifting of immages I love the thought patterns in the middle
random bugs
stumbled on your blog via bittersweetblue and I was utterly shocked to find my flickr badge on your blog. At first I thought, wow, what a devoted fan. Then after poking around in your code, I realized that its prolly my lazy browser.
peace
"I can see what I hear.
I can hear what I touch.
I can touch what I feel.
I can feel what I smell.
I can smell when she speaks.
When she speaks to me."
Sure! Love does that to the senses!
Brilliant work...
Yes! Imagination is a wonderful tool when it does come alive.
Welcome Home buddy.. Hope I am reading between the lines correctly !!
Oh....I thought you were speaking about the city....The other commentators tend to think otherwise.....( Ha ! I AM gettin old !!)Anyway whatever it is ...the ecstasy and joy of living what you once dreamed of is beyond words.I almost envy you !!
you surprised me with this...it started out as something else in my min and ended as something completely different....very nice!
Ô¿Ô - Thanks. Do drop a link if you come by again.
Krishanu, Camille - Thanks for dropping by and commenting.
jawaher - They are fine. And working overtime. ;-)
transience - Of course you can. So do I.
Nightfly - Glad you came by here. Look forward to seeing you around.
Aristocrat - Thanks. Hope you saw in the title what I did.
Phal - Why only a smiley?
jason evans, Sue hardy-Dawson, finnegan, Brood Mode, Mrudula, Anil - Thanks.
parikrama - Not exactly. But thanks.
rusty - But you are right. Maybe I am getting old too.
胡 剑 秋 - She could be.
The smell of her words...
That's an interesting idea.
Great post as always.
Now I shall mosey over to your 55 word exhibit I think.
This sent tickles down my spine, shivers in my soul, and shakeries on my knees. Imagine that, A. :)
Roger Stevens - Thank you.
aristera says - Not, it is not. But it is even more wonderful when it comes to life.
Cecilia - Imagining. ;-)
Imagination is such a wonderful thing..when it comes to life..at your blog!
I particularly like the last line and what you purposely didn't disclose in your piece.) Nice!
Phoenix, Silvermoon - Thank you.
I love the flow of the paradoxes in this - how hearing flows to touch to feeling... things that we don't always notice.
I am not quite sure that the she is woman in the conventional sense of the word. And I love my indecision - it's positively delectable! :-)
'the sights and sounds of her, just as i had imagined'
i loved that, that was so totally beautiful...
Extempore - You are on the right track. ;-)
Mriganayanii- Thanks.
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