Skip to main content

You

You

You are the weather I want for eternity,
You are the breeze that is always serenaded,
You are an epiphany... You are the moonlight I always want to sink in and make it seep through my skin and bones and beyond.

You are the rain that lets me float away in ecstasy
Yes, you are the rain; the first drop– slight shiver
And then it pours like a hurricane, and floods every inch of me
And beautifies me, makes me glowing, radiant, gregarious, amorous...
Oh, when did you become an ocean and drown me in you for perpetuity?
You are the truest, purest, bona fide reflection of me, a mirror...
But you are also a downpour, that becomes a vehement thunderstorm and rips apart the nests sitting peacefully on the trees.

You are the face of intimacy that makes me florid
You are that touch that gently caresses the locks and tangles that make my hair and make me shiver and tremble, like I just got an overdose of a current or something
You are the eyes that fall on every crevice of my heart like a hailstorm.

You are like the clouds that are there for ever, just with various hues and elements and intensity
You are this enigmatic fantasy, a reverie I am gonna leave on...
You are what makes this ink dissimulate evangelically and flood the paper verbose
You are the labyrinth, the conundrum I would always like to be posed with, sine qua non.

You are a Camelot, an inadvertent rhapsody I always covet,
You are an eclipse in the rough sky which would eventually shine bright on me.

Postlude/parenthesis:
You are every proton and electron of every atom of all the elements and compounds and mixtures that I have seen, felt, heard, tasted and deluded of;
You are everywhere,
Everywhere... _____________________________________________

Random musings. And it may sound rhetorical and stupid, because it just kind of flowed you know, like raw, no edits...

Comments

  1. Unknown21 June 2016 at 23:34

    Loved this Nimisha!
    Instinctive writings are the best, always!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Nimisha Agarwal21 June 2016 at 23:44

      Thank-you so much. It was well, breezy and rainy-ish last morning, and this just flowed in, so ya...:)

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Nothing lasts forever.

Hey, back after a long time. But a beautiful memory just grabbed my attention, and I just couldn't resist writing on it! I went to the 28th  National Convention organised by SPIC MACAY, a famous society for the promotion of Indian culture amongst youth. It was an enriching experience, and we stayed in NIT Karnataka. The place was extremely serene and beautiful! We were allowed to visit the beach nearby, and I was filled with ecstasy at the very mere thought of visiting the beach. I got a chance when everyone was away for yoga. It was about 5 am in the morning and the sun was rising. Suddenly gripped with excitement, I stuffed some snacks, my diary and my water bottle in my bag and rushed off to the beach. WOW. This was the only word that I could utter when I finally reached the beach.I exclaimed when I stepped on the soft sand of the beach.  The sun was rising, and the scene was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. I further took steps towards the cold, salt...
6 comments
Read more

Rs. 28 is the poverty line? Lol, that means even the roadside beggar who earns 30 rupees per day is not poor.

Bringing down the poverty line is no doubt a harsh joke played on the poor. This move has inevitably led to thousands of people deprived of the benefits associated with people below the poverty line. Our great government is trying to show that many people have come out of poverty all these years, by lowering the poverty line.  After the disturbing statement by congress spokesman Raj Babbar, who said, "One can have a full meal for Rs.12" and the congress Rajya Sabha member Rasheed Masood's statement "You can eat well in Rs.5 in Delhi", I think that these people seem to live in a bygone era. Even a minister from Assam has seemed to join the line, by commenting that anyone can have a full meal in Rs.20. Have they become so austere that showing a little sensitivity towards the plight of the poor is too much for them? Such pretentious behavior needs to witness strong condemnation. Such derisiveness towards the poor completely shows the lack of connectivity and sensi...
Post a Comment
Read more

The Lecherous Stares

This has been happening since 5 years. The only difference is that now, I'm irritated and fed up to the core. I walk towards my home, at half past three in the afternoon. The entire walk is surrounded by no one except men. Men scratching their tummies as I walk by. Men staring at every nook and cranny of my body. Your lurking eyes silently make me doubt my school uniform. Is my clothing at fault? Tongues out, eyes ravenous.Your eyes are better scanning us than even an X-ray machine. When I bend down to tie my shoe laces, you leap with excitement. You are finally successful in making me conscious of myself and my attire. Maybe it's my over-sized shirt. Maybe it is my skirt, which even though reaches till the end of my knees, somehow arouse you. Or is it my belt?  People tell me to behave like a 16-year-old, to talk about " happy and merry " things. How can I, when I'm a prey to so many men everyday? More than me, it is my young sister that matters. She notic...
Post a Comment
Read more