The 100th Post! Yippy!
For my 100th post, I write a special post...
A love story... real but not really real... (It doesn't matter if you don't get it either!)
(1)
Silken Wings
A butterfly fluttered inside my being...body and soul
As my eyes lay upon you for the first time
For you,
The man who as sure I am of my love for
I am sure he will break my heart along the line
Suffering is my future! So clear as in a crystal ball
Yet I helplessly and stubbornly fly towards your shine!
For you,
I pull my silken wings, dip them in a bottle of drying ink,
To write to you, just you, the contents of a heart...
Throbbing with passion
Aching for a touch
Longing for reassurance
To write to you, just you, these long-silenced whispers!
(2)
Realization
There you stood as animated as you always are...
I looked at you from the sole window with a smile...
A sudden chill climbed the ladder of my spine...
As I finally knew...
I am in LOVE....
And I am in love with YOU!
For a moment, I felt so light that the air conditioner breeze seemed strong enough to sweep me and carry me up towards the low ceiling. I drew a series of deep breaths and weight gradually returned to me.
I knew something was a mess the second I saw you the first time. Something moved inside me. Something that never before stirred shook vigorously. However, I played the naiveté game. I thought I would win. I thought I would forget. I thought the movement would fade by itself like the ripples made by a stone in a still lake. But it did not. At that window, I faced my destiny. Looking up, you could not see me behind the blinds, yet I thought you did, and that you saw inside my soul.
I am in love. I am in love. I am in love.
I did not need to repeat it to myself. But the sound was so right. I was as ready as I could be to have a real man to love. I was fed up with all the heroes I feverishly imagined each night coming out from between the papers of my poetry. It was time to experience the joy of love as I experienced the joy of writing about it. It was time to whisper a name with tangible infatuation.
(3)
Dilemma
Now that I know...
Shall I hide it or let it show?
Shall I let my feelings free?
Or cage them deep inside me?
Hush! Be quiet my inane heart,
Love does not live with a lone side!
To love and to have my love rejected?! What a horrible thought!
Terror courted me as I stood hand in hand with the dread of being ridiculed. I could not have my heart mocked. Never!
So I silently decided to accept my doom: a life of joyless minutes, days of solitude, and nights filled with loneliness.
It was a definite matter. I love you, but you won’t be able to tell.
“I love you” will remain a whisper that resonates only inside me.
(4)
Two Way Street
A humid night, dark with no moonlight
You came to me elegantly dressed in white
With your mischievous curve of a smile
And twinkled eyes that shine from a mile
You came to make your startling declaration!
Oh how to stretch this moment of pure elation!
Suddenly the swarming surroundings emptied. The lens of fate zoomed to your face. Your eyes had the intimate shade of brown, lustrous and beautiful.
Am I fantasizing?
How could I be, and there you are in front of me saying all that is right!
A free-floating bashfulness descended at the moment, robbing me of the ability to gaze into your eyes and take full pleasure of it. Life would be easy if common sense ruled; but sometimes the easy way doesn’t feel like the right way.
Why does brain have to spoil the delights of the heart?
Too rattled by your unexpected confession I couldn’t think of a witty reply. Of any reply at all. Happiness, quiet but as heavy as lead, pressed my voice so thin.
I have to think. I have to think and weigh my hopes and fears and then decide.
Until then the whisper will remain under my breath.
(5)
Anxiety
To love and be loved! What a stupendous sensation!
Oh what a horrible agitation,
When burdened with perturbation!
Is your love genuine?
Or am I the flavor of this month?
Is it a transient lust?
Are you a man I could trust?
Or will I be the next acquisition you shatter in abomination?
A gloomy gray mist of fear churned across the sea of my soul. A cold boiling fog arose from the darkest corner in me, spreading through my mind, clouding my thoughts, increasing my confusion. And with greater confusion came greater terror from love!
“I am loveable!”, I tried to convince myself.
“His feelings are earnest”, I repeated frequently to calm my worries.
Nevertheless, these senseless fears infected me, swarmed in my blood, bred in my bones, crawled through my mind, and I was getting sicker with every beat!
“Please do not toy with me!” was the only whisper pleading through the darkness of the night hoping it is heard!
(6)
Agony
The magnificence of love, the hideousness of suspicion
The torment of restrain, the pleasure of submission!
Torn by a phobia of pain,
Weakened by the desire for affectionate exhibition
I skittered like fallen leaves,
Along the bitter pavement of supposition!
In a dark territory of my mind that I’d never traveled before, I found a twisted landscape of skepticism. Can I jump into the Pacific of love, fight the oceanic tides, swim to the safety of the beach of happiness and live with you on our island of joy?
I know I am ready, but are you? Or will you let me jump, and then drown!
The paranoia of having my heart fiddled with, betrayed, broken and smashed, clawed the beauty of falling in love for the first time. A feral terror of anguish darkened the rosy moments into a bruised purple.
I have to trust your love, your sparkling eyes, your alluring smile, your entrancing voice, and give it a try.
I will imprison my fears and try to surrender to the powers of passion.
A prayer whisper flew from between my lips as I steeled myself for the ordeal ahead!
(7)
Doom
I should have trusted my instinct.
I should have stayed away.
I should have resisted.
Instead of walking around now…broken, crushed & half dead!


