As I walked in, You were there, you sat with a zeroed expression and gave a stoned impression. You made me curious....
As you looked at me straight into the eyes; the sands of time unsettled an array of colors from the otherwise outwardly neat painted ground. You gave me shivers...
A little halt; then I moved towards you...
And your face bears strange resemblance to somebody very close I know and your eyes unraveled the mystery and spoke of bereavement.Oh! I could read it clear.
That sensational quiver proposed me many vague thoughts, seemingly formed by the brain imagery. But look here, a voice from my head croaked, he is not a stranger, he is the one from your dream. My eyes following instructions now saw the color hues, suggesting a strong connection between us as if you were just lost in time and finally u made it to me.
A long pause; then you said..
And when you spoke, the wind in your voice brought reminiscences of the love that existed, to carry away the mist and reveal the colors that existed, to hum the melody of our love songs.
Those flashes got me teary and I could picture us together, sketch mine hand in yours, speak about your love for me....all that we had, for why you traveled to me.
For a moment I looked away; your hand called me gently..
And as you touched, words were not needed any longer for your sentient heart commingled with the innocent eyes communicated to the energy- making the whole world aware of the wave of rush inside you, of the purity of our souls, of the love so lost, now here for you from the times to lift you up from your falls of the past, of the many lifetimes you spent in search. So I dreamt of you persistently coz you were for real. I was born for you and you were here for me.
As I walk out, the trance vaporize making my soul more aware that meeting you was not an accident, it was to be.You exist with me, always have and someday you will get it all. Let me draw the courage to show you the light of faith, trust and honor which you so beautifully did to me and to the universe in the language of ecstasy.
The Long Quest Ends - yet the canvas is only half painted and I am curious to know if you would be able to paint your part. And what colors would they be? Will you see me?
As you looked at me straight into the eyes; the sands of time unsettled an array of colors from the otherwise outwardly neat painted ground. You gave me shivers...
A little halt; then I moved towards you...
And your face bears strange resemblance to somebody very close I know and your eyes unraveled the mystery and spoke of bereavement.Oh! I could read it clear.
That sensational quiver proposed me many vague thoughts, seemingly formed by the brain imagery. But look here, a voice from my head croaked, he is not a stranger, he is the one from your dream. My eyes following instructions now saw the color hues, suggesting a strong connection between us as if you were just lost in time and finally u made it to me.
A long pause; then you said..
And when you spoke, the wind in your voice brought reminiscences of the love that existed, to carry away the mist and reveal the colors that existed, to hum the melody of our love songs.
Those flashes got me teary and I could picture us together, sketch mine hand in yours, speak about your love for me....all that we had, for why you traveled to me.
For a moment I looked away; your hand called me gently..
And as you touched, words were not needed any longer for your sentient heart commingled with the innocent eyes communicated to the energy- making the whole world aware of the wave of rush inside you, of the purity of our souls, of the love so lost, now here for you from the times to lift you up from your falls of the past, of the many lifetimes you spent in search. So I dreamt of you persistently coz you were for real. I was born for you and you were here for me.
As I walk out, the trance vaporize making my soul more aware that meeting you was not an accident, it was to be.You exist with me, always have and someday you will get it all. Let me draw the courage to show you the light of faith, trust and honor which you so beautifully did to me and to the universe in the language of ecstasy.
The Long Quest Ends - yet the canvas is only half painted and I am curious to know if you would be able to paint your part. And what colors would they be? Will you see me?
