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In windy nights when the world
retires to the huts-holes-hells
I carry my follicle of light and
go on solitary walks leaving a wake
of empty notes which dry upon contact
dying in small bursts-melting into the
crust of earth-unable to tell stories
The light glows dim-distant-morbid upto
some extent without the familiar-the
habitual-touch-scent-sound-smile of
you and I can't castigate it for
I comprehend this lightless state
well enough myself-being in utter
darkness myself without you-even
if for a single night-the want
within me-to wrest you locking
my limbs around like vines and
not letting you go until we
carry more of each other-in
our being-in tiny breaths
and conjoined memories of
momentous glories-this
want grows like an
ancient hunger and
I don't want to
make it stop-
not this time
and rather I
want it to
take charge
of me and
then take
charge of
you-this
one time
and then
we can
always
wake
up
in
the
arms of
each other
aglow-joyous
like children-
naked-parched-
spent-beautiful-
more than ever before
and upon discovery by
others we can always
pretend to be asleep
till we feel the
follicle glow
and grow into
a giant white
ball-of
tangible
beauty
within
us-born
of us
to keep
us one-
timeless.
Published 30th Apr 2012
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30th Apr 2012 5:08pm
I loved this write, especially the way you tripled the descriptors in the beginning. This part:
The light glows dim-distant-morbid upto
some extent without the familiar-the
habitual-touch-scent-sound-smile of
you and I can't castigate it for
I comprehend this lightless state
well enough myself-being in utter
darkness myself without you-even
if for a single night-the want
within me-to wrest you locking
my limbs around like vines and
not letting you go until we
carry more of each other-in
our being-in tiny breaths
and conjoined memories of
was exquisite. Very well done, sir.
The light glows dim-distant-morbid upto
some extent without the familiar-the
habitual-touch-scent-sound-smile of
you and I can't castigate it for
I comprehend this lightless state
well enough myself-being in utter
darkness myself without you-even
if for a single night-the want
within me-to wrest you locking
my limbs around like vines and
not letting you go until we
carry more of each other-in
our being-in tiny breaths
and conjoined memories of
was exquisite. Very well done, sir.
30th Apr 2012 6:22pm
PTM
Thank you kind sire.:)
Believe you me despite the odds
love does much more than heightened
dopamine secretion. The great drug.
Always a pleasure to have you. And
thank you for the listing.
Respect,
Sumeet
Thank you kind sire.:)
Believe you me despite the odds
love does much more than heightened
dopamine secretion. The great drug.
Always a pleasure to have you. And
thank you for the listing.
Respect,
Sumeet
