It's just like yesterday when I brought him home, the fairest baby boy one has ever seen,with rosy flushed cheeks and no eyebrows. For others he's inanimate, for some just another plastic doll - but for a eight-years old,who lived all day and night in a world of fantasy , he became everything . A couple of months old,in a neon-green underwear and arms wide open always ready to welcome for one-more embrace. Wanting to be cared,to be loved and his stare that touches the soul.
Of course, he is mine, he always has been - he is not just another sixty-five rupees toy to only play with. Those captivating blue eyes,vast as oceans, once looked into cannot be forgotten. It's been ten-long-years and just like a wheel, time rolled over, but the moment of first meeting stands still. Those piercing eyes were the sources of endless wild fantasies, uncountable teenage desires and passions, hopes and dreams, pains and pleasures- it bounded us together. Since then part of him got attached and stayed deep within me - inseparable and undeniable. Even through hardships and difficulties of growing years, helped the simple,innocent mind to bloom into a twisted bundle of maturity.
Alas!
We grew apart with time, things had been neglected, relationships had been weakened ,the maternal part of me got washed with waves of times and tears. Those coarser playful days of childhood got lost beneath the dusty pages of thoughts and experiences, complexities and adult wisdoms.
What could have possibly happened to me?
Well! I guess the answer is simple - life.
I'm truly sorry I think life play a little tough on me . But if it makes any difference I would say, I lost for good, I lost to find you back - this might sound like an excuse but truth speaks for itself. Once I lost all touches with fun and fancy, I grew strong for both you and for me . Our times together, memories have turned into a story - untold until now. Now this is all I've got, my hidden source of strength to survive, to love you more.
It is strange even to think likewise, as I write about us with you sitting on my desk, how much I genuinely wish for you to be alive. Even if it is for some scanty span of time, maybe just for a night, so that I could hold you close to me and feel beats and pulse under your skin. To hold and cherish you, to caress and to love, to show what you mean to me.
It is only now, I wish for all those fairy-talks, genie tales,sorcery and witchcraft and dark magics to be real to help you breathe the same air as mine.
There's no harm to wish for what you truly want, whether it proves the insanity in you. Does anyone - anyone at all cares even slightest??
After all the lost time, it's time for us - you and me and as I look into your eyes for who knows how long, I'm lost,as time loses it's track. A art of excellence indeed,masterpiece, with thick bronze hair, pink parted lips and the essense of purity that awakens senses.
A touch that lightens all burdens, calms the distressed mind, when the pain is eased, the wounds are healed and territory of love expands to make space for MORE.
Now the question is whether we are ever enough?
Oh we are, enough to last forever.
Like I always say,
" we may not be perfect individually but together we are like - Magic."
Of course, he is mine, he always has been - he is not just another sixty-five rupees toy to only play with. Those captivating blue eyes,vast as oceans, once looked into cannot be forgotten. It's been ten-long-years and just like a wheel, time rolled over, but the moment of first meeting stands still. Those piercing eyes were the sources of endless wild fantasies, uncountable teenage desires and passions, hopes and dreams, pains and pleasures- it bounded us together. Since then part of him got attached and stayed deep within me - inseparable and undeniable. Even through hardships and difficulties of growing years, helped the simple,innocent mind to bloom into a twisted bundle of maturity.
Alas!
We grew apart with time, things had been neglected, relationships had been weakened ,the maternal part of me got washed with waves of times and tears. Those coarser playful days of childhood got lost beneath the dusty pages of thoughts and experiences, complexities and adult wisdoms.
What could have possibly happened to me?
Well! I guess the answer is simple - life.
I'm truly sorry I think life play a little tough on me . But if it makes any difference I would say, I lost for good, I lost to find you back - this might sound like an excuse but truth speaks for itself. Once I lost all touches with fun and fancy, I grew strong for both you and for me . Our times together, memories have turned into a story - untold until now. Now this is all I've got, my hidden source of strength to survive, to love you more.
It is strange even to think likewise, as I write about us with you sitting on my desk, how much I genuinely wish for you to be alive. Even if it is for some scanty span of time, maybe just for a night, so that I could hold you close to me and feel beats and pulse under your skin. To hold and cherish you, to caress and to love, to show what you mean to me.
It is only now, I wish for all those fairy-talks, genie tales,sorcery and witchcraft and dark magics to be real to help you breathe the same air as mine.
There's no harm to wish for what you truly want, whether it proves the insanity in you. Does anyone - anyone at all cares even slightest??
After all the lost time, it's time for us - you and me and as I look into your eyes for who knows how long, I'm lost,as time loses it's track. A art of excellence indeed,masterpiece, with thick bronze hair, pink parted lips and the essense of purity that awakens senses.
A touch that lightens all burdens, calms the distressed mind, when the pain is eased, the wounds are healed and territory of love expands to make space for MORE.
Now the question is whether we are ever enough?
Oh we are, enough to last forever.
Like I always say,
" we may not be perfect individually but together we are like - Magic."
Masterpiece indeed... I kept guessing what it's gonna be.... It was unpredictable
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked it. I tried something new stepping out of my field, and voila! Here it is. this is my first writing of spontaneous flow of thoughts and emotions just by looking in his eyes after so many years....i had forgotten how it felt to be innocent n childish again. The originality credit goes to him my blue-eyed baby boy.
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