Tuesday, September 17, 2013
p.k......much love
Half-moon dangles dangerously from the edge of the
skyscraper, threatening to fall. There is the half-notion that if it
were to slide and shimmy down the edge of the concrete edifice, one
could pick it off the pavement and pocket it like a coin - show it off
like one would a souvenir. There is the thought that if we had indeed
been together last night, her's not mine, ( mine stretches like an
interminable and tenebrous tunnel ahead of me yet ), this very moon
would have danced in her eyes reflected in coruscating whorls through
her bedroom window.
Then perhaps it rained in
her city - who knows. These details we have foregone to discuss and
share like so many other details strangers in an attempt to bridge the
distance do share and exchange with the other. But we do not feel the
need to I know, precisely for this reason. We've never been strangers
you see. I have known her all my life and hers and through each karmic
cycle of our souls. We've met. And though now we blindfolded grope for
the feel of the other, guess the texture and the hue of our form, we
have known each other from one edge of eternity. And, as we hurtle to
the next edge of time, we will continue to know the other completely.
It
is so easy to relate to her I think. It is so wonderful to be here she
admits - 'and whatever it is this thing between us.......'
" humney dekhi hai un aankhon kee mehakti khushboo"
(
I wish we had spent last night together making the tender love you
wanted us to. Cruel of life to disallow that somehow, unfair of Fate and
the Furies to not conjugate that to take place )
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