Whispering Thoughts

Awkward laughs, deep conversations, speaking silences… Like steel beams and nuts and bolts, pillar on pillar, we built our foundations, step by step, breath by breath. The process engraved in grey matter, translates into a plot of bestselling romance. And then suddenly, dark shadows eclipse these foundations, these pedestals on which we had built the tower of our togetherness. The orange globe of our love melts into the freezing sea, blending in to the purple of night. Thus, I see our image at the nature’s crossroads, waiting for the ambient light. Linking with Weekend writing prompt #88: Foundations 

As I snuggle beside him, I feel his warmth. The heat of his body, the cosy mink blanket, and his overwhelming, heartening care and love. Its all warm. Balmy. Inviting. And welcoming. And I am all snow stricken, frozen and cold. All that warmth melts me. But I still shiver. He asks me if I am still cold. No. I am not. But I can’t tell him that we have wandered from sunshine towards shadows. And its not my body but my soul that is cold, shivery and frosty. So I say yes. Yes, I am still cold. He hugs me tighter. Sacrifices his space and even sleep for me. Cuddles me all night. At length, I don’t know when, I stop shivering and fall asleep. Clutching him tighter than ever. Holding him like a lifeline. Only to see him wandering in the morning.

Seeking my refuge. Repose in  windswept terrains. I find no solace. Linking with RonovanWrites : Seek & Find

Pardon me o dear! Trembling, fingers fail to mend, frayed hem of my love. Linking with Haiku Horizons : sorry