I am that girl hit by deja vu a lot more times than you. I am that girl living my life all over again in slow motion
Friday, July 14, 2006
Games rains play....
Half lit room, a broken mirror...
flashes of lighting chasing growling clouds...
Intoxicating smell of wet earth & perfume from her body...
grasped each other passionately & an exotic fragrance was born...
Rain drops fell to the tune of her anklets...
that chimed in mellifluous chorus,hugging her shapely ankles in joy...
She ran out of her room & let rain soak her through & through...
laden with jewellery & primroses tucked in her hair.
With a letter clutched in her hand, her eyes seeking the horizon hungrily...
she hummed,she laughed,she splashed on puddles like a street urchin.
The wispy thin fabric clung to her curves apologetically,
while men ogled...
Wet and vulnerably young...
men envied the man for whom she danced in the rain...
Must have been waiting for long...
they discussed in murmurs.
Her smouldering eyes looked even more enigmatic...
with kohl dissolving in the rain & running down her face...
Her diamond nose stud sitting pretty on that delicate nose
shone brighter on getting wet...
Blood red dripped down from the parting of her hair...
vermilion that a widow needed no more.
For no one knew she was crying...
rain wiped away her tears...
So it was agony,not ecstasy that the men had witnessed..
the dastardly rains had misguided them all....
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16 comments:
'I like the rain,
Because, in the rains, no one sees me cry.'
- Charlie Chaplin
catharisis.. :)
xcellent imagery..mellifluous narration..
Rose->
True:-)
Φ->What is amazing is...even though i write sporadically...u are always there at my doorstep...reading my write ups...its a big motivating factor that drives me to write on n on...
I guess i got here thru some other blog (not sure wich one)... But why are u away from the blogging scene..???
I may be new here.. But a couple of posts were enuf to establish that u r an incredible writer.. Dont deprive us of experiencing ur art..
PPllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaazzzzeee....!!!
(Im on my knees begging)
:D
..Me
any topic....n u turn it so vivid n real...keep d words flowin
~~~~desperado
Desperado->
:-)
btw,do u know where has the blog strangersinc disappeared?
whoa! .... nice work as usual yaar! :)
... guess, at some point or the other, we all have cried in the rain ... I know I have ...
well d blog is just filled wid questio marks at dis point of time and d'yer mak'er himself has i guess sort of cut himself off from oders...phone mails everything...its been long ...n im desperately waiting for his return..whenever tht may be.
infact its through him tht i came to ur blog ...n started reading ur stuff...though started putting down comments quite late :)
thts why it was nice to see u return when u did.
keep d words flowing
~~~~desperado
Makes me remember Karina in :Jaage re Man Kahi " in CHameli...
Nice post :-)
:)
...Had I been another dust in the wind I would have drifted away, but am caught in a wave..that ebbs me back....
Here after a long time.nice to see that u carried with ur writing posts..
Take care..
been on holiday and so nearly missed this piece. glad to be back and glad to see that you are still able to write such quality stuff.
I always learn from you
update !
missing your words
Damn, that was some twist. Cruel, almost.
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