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"Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people."
-Caitlyn Siehl

sunday scribblings: i come from

i see the earth so clearly now,
the winds carry my soul to her,
the clouds bursting with joy,
enveloping the silence in.
the rush of the wind seeps through,
the soul of the clouds swallow the silver lining,
the earth sprouts new life,
the trees sway in joy.
smiles everywhere,
laughter and joy aloud,
love is in the air,
and i soar above it all.
seconds go by like minutes,
clouds are impatient,
the winds play a while,
the sky is almost black.
i take my time to reach the beginning,
i watch and smile to myself,
the winds, the clouds, the earth,
they wait for my rein.
i kiss the sky hello,
i caress the wind,
the clouds let go,
sweet kisses i rain on the earth.
the winds speed,
the clouds laugh,
the earth slips into my world,
i am the rain.

i am the rain,
i come from the heavens,
i rain on you,
and i will never stop.

i bring joy, i bring tears,
i bring the storm,
and i bring the calm,
i am the rain, i come from the heavens.

i am the rain,
this moment you will never forget,
when elements join hands,
when everything spills emotions unknown.

i am the rain,
i come to you and drag you to me,
the time is here, for us to be together,
for us to make love, for our souls to be one.

i am the rain,
i bring heaven to you.

-Prompted by: Sunday Scribblings

sunday scribblings: trust

Title: rewind

the piano plays,
our hands touch.
the ocean softens,
the symphony of sounds is beautiful.
our fingers seep through the sand,
our toes step into the sea.
our lips touch,
its magic.
our hands touch,
rough with sand morsels.
we kiss, can't stop now,
my anklets sing.
the cool water is upto our knees now,
too far from the sand.
we fall, free fall into the water,
our hands still together, our lips too.
underwater, a little deeper,
our hands still together, our lips too.
we sway with the water,
our hands still together, our lips too.
our feet tangled around each other,
our hands still together, our lips too.

i let go, i stop,
that's enough.
i stand up, with water almost to my neck,
i pull closer to the ear, our fingers touch.
"i don't trust you," i say,
i walk away.
sand at my feet,
water trickles down my neck.
our hands still together, our lips too,
but its just a dream, and the piano plays on.

--Prompted by: http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/151-trust.html

sunday scribblings: stranger

Come one pm and he walks into the café. Today, she arrived before him; usually he is sitting and watching the afternoon fly by. Both of them had the same look on their faces. Both faces tired and sad, looking out into the empty streets and silence raged between them. They were always silent with each other, talking was kept to a minimal. Maybe they spoke of their work; maybe of things they did, holidays they took or people they met. But mostly they were silent. He smiled at me today. Maybe the daily dose of my face being the only one at the café was the cause for that smile. His eyes shimmered a happy look when he smiled at me, while she stood outside with her cigarette. Maybe she was waiting for him. But I had seen both of them alone on many occasions, so maybe she wasn’t waiting for him (I am very unsure). I watched her take a few long, hard puffs off her cigarette, while she stood outside, before he came. She is beautiful, her sadness is captivating. I wonder though, if its sadness I see or weariness. Sometimes tired eyes can fake sadness. Both their worlds merge in the afternoons they spend in silence, or sometimes words or sometimes laughs. They merge, their souls merge. It is a beautiful sight, a glimpse into 2 strangers' lives.

http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/2008/11/137-stranger.html

Sunday Scribblings: Invitation

Join us

her eyes met mine,
glimmering sadness echoed.
she sipped her coffee,
and slipped away slowly.
i was searching for a sign,
a sign that would assure me her smile.
she seemed too far to return,
too sad to speak.
time ticked by, slowly,
the wind gushed through her hair.
silence had become a part of the conversation,
her eyes were broken like her heart.
lost love, lost life,
my thoughts merged with hers.
as we rose to leave,
she held out her hand.
like an invitation into her world,
i put my hand in hers and invited her to mine.
we walked away into a routinal life,
with hopes of undoing this pain.
we are hopeful still,
join us..

-me

Sunday Scribblings: Do I have to?

do i have to be here?
do i have to be alone?
of course not, i could choose otherwise. we would all choose otherwise.
and that's what i try to do everyday, to choose otherwise.

do i have to call her?
do i have to call him?

not really, but i do. because i choose otherwise.

i made a fool of myself the other day, do i have to be upset? :) i was for sometime, now it really doesn't matter.

do i have to kiss you?
do i have to love you?
do i have to miss you?
do i have to want you, need you?

of course i do..

Jean-Luc Godard - "To be or not to be. That's not really a question."

Sunday Scibblings: Solace

"To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry,
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do", Snow Patrol, Run
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need closure, need solace.
need you to be near,
need us to be.

what is it that holds us together?
come into my arms,
maybe this would be that solace you seek.
and maybe i'll be one with your soul,
for mine is weak.
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i need your strength,
i need your hope,
i need your happiness,
sprinkle some of those on me.
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console me,
look at me and say it will all be fine
make me feel safe,
kiss me and tell me that you will be back.

these are just words,
you are gone.
never to return.
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Sunday Scibblings: VISION

There she lay, on the cold floor, with her eyes torn. Her body screamed a silent sigh.
Her lips chapped from the dehydration of crying for 2 days.
Her eyes gazed outside the window, a stare that could shake the demons of hell. Her body barely moved, except the practiced breathing.

I stayed by her side, through the grieving. I did not know how to console her soul, I just stayed there; nearby, if ever she needed me or a listening ear.

She began sobbing again, she didn't have the energy to cry. But the dreaded sadness wouldn't allow silence, tears streamed down. I ran my fingers thought her hair, trying to calm her down. It didn't work, it never did. But this time she pulled my hand close to her heart, held it with all her might and sobbed.

We stayed there like that for hours, when finally she fell asleep. I couldn't bear to wake her with the movement of my hand. I lay there beside her, stroking her hair, eventually falling asleep.

We were woken up by a loud sound from outside. We saw the most beautiful sight outside the window, the whole sky was lit up in colours that we see in our dreams. The stars played along and sparkled; like a smiling child.
A vision that is hard to describe, but even harder to forget.

Purple skies all around, blanketing our lost and drained souls. She smiled, she smiled a smile that was priceless. A smile that you would form when you see your child for the first time, a smile that would make any bitter man joyous.

Suddenly it disappeared, the sky was black again, yet it seemed so fresh and enthralling.
She looked into my eyes, pulled me closer and whispered "That was my baby. She coloured the sky, she wants me to smile for her. She's happy. She's happy.."

My darling friend is now happy and recalls this day, this vision every time her heart sinks an inch.