Life

Sometimes,
Life is but a weightless joy!
Lingering in the rays of morn
softly as they redeploy

Just the way the sun is staid,
The colors, from bright to fade
dancing between light and shade
How my senses are being played!

The weightlessness though insecure
wipes the senses,
clear and pure;
The aching and then comes the cure

The freedom of “wanting not”,
‘just weightless joy and nothing but.

Life is light,
truly bright;
Nothing but the breath is tight
Miss may not this breathless sight!

***

Words of not, come rushing out
in a mindless thought
but one can not
make sense of what one once sought …

***

Sometimes,
Life is but a weightless joy!
Hovering alone in a dark decoy
stretched into the infinite void

Moonless though starry bright
weightless like a children’s kite
dancing under countless lights

All I’ve got is an unwrought thought
of the endlessness in which it’s caught

Mine and mine the emotions grow
One by one they gently glow
Right before their fading slow
in an upward motion as they flow

Simple words of a simple joy
wraps my mind in an endless ploy

Motionless though emotions rally
and senses dally
with my mind like a favorite toy

‘Cause sometimes …
Life is but a weightless joy!

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Loss

     One of my very early memories must be from when I was 2 or 3. I was having the time of my life playing with this red balloon when I woke up. All I remember is that the dream was so real and so vivid that made the sense of loss real and unbearable. The feeling of losing something that I have never actually had but only the experience of it so very real that I remember it much later.

Decades later!

     She leaned over on me, lying on the couch, as if she was reaching for something on the other side of the couch. We seemed to have no regards for the other people in the room; though her long, dark brown hair made a private shelter around our faces. Our foreheads touched for a second. She stopped.

She closed the gap between our faces ever so slowly. I started to feel her warm breath against my skin. Her face started to slide down. I was thinking to myself, how far is this going to go when her upper lip touched my lower lip on a single point as if by accident. Time stopped!

Hard to tell how long we froze there breathless but the single point of contact moved slightly at first and then started dancing softly between one lip over another. The concept of time was lost in this dance but all my senses seem to be confined to that one minuscule singularity.

The single touch point between her upper and my lower lip started to move inward far enough so that I could grab her upper lip between my lips; a very gentle squeeze and she responded the same on my lower lip between hers.

The most sensual, however tender kiss was formed for few seconds and then it disappeared much like a tiny spark over a huge flame. She leaned back, staring into my eyes: “Now you ruined everything!” – no blame or regret but a faint and very familiar smile on her face.

     I opened my eyes, turned my head and the same sense of loss from forty odd years ago filled every cell in my body.

“Who was she?”

The alarm clock went off.

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