Skip to main content

Conversations in a dark room

Please pull a chair and face me.
In this empty room of shadowy , dusty
light, there are but four souls.

you. me. and these two chairs,
which belonged to a living , throbbing body once.

Yes, now that you are seated facing my faint outline
Tell me what do you see?

Do you hear  my breath.. slow..anticipating?
Do you notice the curve of my waist?
My short hair glistening in the faint light?

Or do you feel my soul?
do you understand the look of my eyes in the darkness??

I hope you hear my breath, see the outline and catch the shine of the hair.
And not my soul or my eyes.
It took a long time to manoeuvre the emptiness in them.

OH .. am I deviating???
Lets get back to it.Where were we?

You seated in the chair facing me,
I seated in the chair facing you.
The idea is that we will disrobe.
Our thoughts and our selves.

I start.
I liked you from day first.I never told you that.
I threw my scarf to ground.
You say .
I lusted you from day one. Friendship was never there.
You throw your socks.
I hated you when you laughed at me. The belt removed.
I hated you when you denied. The tie gone.
>
>
>
Hours passed. We lay bare our thoughts.
We contemplated our complicacies.
We knew we could not love.
Yet we knew, we should speak the truth.

Till the time we were no longer seated.
Two disrobed souls
facing each other in nakedness.

What at this point of time was our feelings towards each other?
Was it primeval love that two human bodies have eternally?
Or is it the hate that comes from not being
upfront about our loves?

We could have known.
Had I seen your eyes.
Had you seen my eyes.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

De ja vu'

Those days, hot and sultry as young love, ended with tea and smoke. I never smoked, though...or did I not? Smoke like love is inductive. When all around you, people smoke and drink and love... A yearning grows in you. Which satiates itself in passive inhalation. Much like falling in love with characters from folds of a dusty classic. Forgotten and imaginary, just like me. In the commotion of a roadside stall, filled with smoke layered conversations that oozed out of us, like the departing sunlight filtered through a mess of cracked wall and cobwebs, I had seen you. I had seen you through a gap within the smoke. The snakes and dragons of smoke curled around you and you looked somewhere far. It is as if nothing touched you. That mad unsettled look in your eyes had settled in some other world. You felt the weight of my gaze. I had always wondered how gaze feels like a touch. Like a deep slumber that has touched your eyes and you cannot see. And you looked at me...
Post a Comment
Read more

Two boats in a blue stormy river

Hey can we just put ourselves aside.. and think like two runaway boats  capsized in churning waters  of a blue stormy river? Can we remember how we felt drowning and saving ourselves instead of each other in the stormy churning waters? Imagine the rocks that we hit and the holes that were made.. the scars that would remain of that night in the blue storm? We would return home some unknown shore Laying side by side battered and lopsided. Masters and people would think  we were runaway boats, While we would know how shamelessly we shamed ourselves  in the blue churning river.
Post a Comment
Read more

The Dirtier skin

"no ship will ever take you away from yourself"---Constantine Cavafy That was long ago. Very long ago. It was that particular time of year when the shadows dance around your face as the moonlight seeps through broken clouds. We lay close, your hands trying to sketch the reality into my ears----the existence of a career and success, of a circle of friends and family, of fame and of you.  Your soothing words were covering my eyes like a lullaby, I was slipping but slumber wasn’t heavy on my eyes. I heard your voice. I saw the clouds. There was something I was waiting for. I didn’t know. Maybe a kiss. You kissed me tight. I was still waiting. I looked at the sky. The place where the moon supposedly hid herself was dimly bright beneath the clouds. I heard you say something… "your skins dirty from all that walking. Go have a bath and see you at work tomorrow”. You left.  I lay there numb , playing with my hair …minutes lapsed …I don’t know when but I slipped into a...
Post a Comment
Read more