Whispering Thoughts

There is this thick blanket of silence in here. Mute. Hushed. But if you hear it out, with all your heart, there is loud clamour too. Noise. Buzz. And babble. And clatter. Beyond the said. There is lot that these eyes want to say. Only if you care to look. Deep within. Beyond the visible.

Crimson. Deep crimson. The shade of passion. The other one toned down. Lovely red. Ah! A whole bunch of different hues. There is that delicate blush. The peace of bluish-white. The subtle saffron. Vibrant yellow too. Standing tall. Persisting. Through thorns and storm and sun and rain. Beautiful. Becoming. Radiant. Ravishing. Fragrant. Fragile. Brave. Defiant. Bold. Resolute. Alluring. Bewitching. Blooming because they are blooming. Perfect. Just the way they are. At all moments, at all times. Just like you. Oh! I planted them all so that someday, when you walk through this rose-bed, you will see yourself through my eyes. Linking with Friday fictioneers

There is enough proof that love transcends barriers of language. That it does not need articulate words, meaningful sentences, or passionate paragraphs for expression. It manifests itself in the pregnant pauses of the conversations that hearts hold, in those innocent laughters, in that tender care, and even in those sweet little gestures. But at times this beautiful rhapsody of life does crave to be sung out aloud. And it is in such spring of heart, that I pen down this free-verse for you. Eighty-four words prologue for the main chapter which reads as under: I love you, dear. The end. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 words: Dear

Let us stop the chapter here. And end this story on a sweet note. And then on the blank pages of a new notebook, let us start a virgin saga. Let us go back to our beginnings and bump into each other, accidentally, like complete strangers in the bustling markets, start with an awkward hello laugh and talk our hearts out, learn about each other from a scratch, and become the besties forever, slowly and gradually. Let us be unknown to one another for once and then fall for each other, again. And may our souls rejoice in this journey. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 words : Blank

Some fine evening of September. A hazelnut latte for me. And a strawberry frappe for you. You made a face at my choice. I, at yours. Such were we. Dissimilar. Different. Divergent. But our laughter rang the loudest in that busy cafeteria. So, such were we. Absorbed. Oblivious. Fulfilled. And then, our eyes latched and our souls stirred. And then suddenly, out of the blue, You raised our glasses, “Cheers”  and swapped them. “Let’s celebrate our valentine’s” I sipped the frappe from your glass. “Valentine’s in September”. Such were we. Atypical. Dissenters. Way-outs. Listening to silences. Speaking to souls. Linking with Carrot Ranch Literary Community : Feb 14, 2019 Prompt 

Stale saying. Cliché adage. My first attempt ever. So I breathed deep. Gathered my guts and confidence and messaged the overused phrase to you. “Will you be my valentine”? “What does that entail”? Your reply popped. Almost instantly. Umm. Hmm. Cornered? Only for a second. “Just be my BFF and BAE”. “BAE”? “Before anyone else”. “Done”. Done. Just like that. Straight and simple. Nothing like the over-oozing reel romance. The KISS acronym at its best. The soul at peace and rest. Happy valentine’s, my soulmate.

Love. Thirst. Hope. Salvation. Death. Synonymous.

That magical hug. Warm. Tight. Welcoming. Amidst the dark dense shadows, the thick pall of gloom, your hug raises an exuberant cheer of hope. And this is all I want of you. No promise. No meetings. Not even love. Only that magical hug. Warm. Tight. Welcoming.