Morning Dew [Short Fiction]

(C) Ashish Arora Photography

 

Dear Lorven,

I received your letter and I didn’t know how to respond to it until today. Forgive me if I have made you feel forlorn or your love unrequited. But being a woman on the brink of love is like having a stormy wind inside the heart which rattles all the windows to oneself.  She usually needs time to untangle and rationalize ‘love’ which she complicates in ways, which only she can understand.

 As I walk here, through these fields, wearing pristine white, I feel as fresh and alive as the earth that has woken up to a warm sunshine. The day lures me with its splendid possibilities -tempting and teasing me to look at it with dreamy eyes, to wish, to hope, to fall in love and to have faith.  My dear, you are like that golden hue I see in the sky - full of marvelous promises. I feel like a little bird getting ready for the first flight, I dream to spread my wings open and long to fade away into the bright sunshine you speak of. I wish to look at beauties of the diamond studded grass, the orange, the yellow, and the majestic landscapes with love brimming through my heart. And I long to escape to a different life, a life beyond the boundaries of self into togetherness and oneness - into a life where the horizon between the earth the sky fades, a life in which ‘I’ resonates to something more precious.

Yes, your love is ruling my heart right now.  And, I am humbled by the majesty of this emotion. I am amazed at how the world is full of multiple layers. It’s beauty unraveled by the depth of emotion with which one looks at it. My dear, I am looking at it right now under the magnifying glass of love and passion. I see a synchrony of lucid emotions that delicate, yet gracefully hold every breathing being as the world spins in fouettes. I am reborn into a new life with the supremacy of love.

I feel like leaving everything behind right now to take a leap forward- to submit and to discover more.  I have no fear, no concern nor a care of how it is all going to be. For my heart has commanded that I fall in love- deeply and truly.

-Ellie

Written as a part of Captured Writings

How...?

What did you whisper

To my cold heart ?

You pierced through its walls

Like a shooting dart

Why does my mind

Decline to play its part?

Thoughts about you

Float like a fine art

What did you show

To my innocent eyes?

They have learned to read

What you convey in disguise

What did you do

To my lazy arms?

They embrace you close

Defying fear or alarms

How do you reach out to me

With your tender cajole?

And I let out to you

Feelings I withhold

  

How did you teach me

To fall in love? 

Gave my heart two wings

To flutter like a dove

                    

                           ~Sam

Anticipation

Wonder what it would be

When you’d find me and I’d find you

When we’d finally discover

A Love, that is true

If you too would like

The shimmering rain

Like to see it rustle,

Down, a window pane.

Would you too long

For affectionate smiles?

A hand to hold,

When you have to walk miles?

Would you need someone to cuddle

When lost, without clue?

Someone to talk 

When you are down and blue?

Would your heart warm

To a particular tune?

Would you too feel romantic

When you watch the moon?

Would we laugh at jokes,

Only we would know?

Talk with our eyes

Watch each other grow?

We have never met each other

How would we know?

Whatever is in store for us

Only time shall show

~Sam

P.S: Happy Valentine's Day!! ♥ 

55 Fiction #10 Weary Admirer

 

I remain uncaught

Every time I stare

While you are so unaware,

It’s my moment of despair!

Don’t you have a need to know

Or a moment to spare?

Can’t you see glint of love

In friendly smiles we share?

My heart reaching out to you

In words I string with care.

~ Weary Admirer

Pic courtesy: myfinancialwingman.com (=P)

PS: there is a inspiration- but I am not the Protagonist! 

Airfield!

We travel to various destinations to find some break from the routine. I have always wondered what makes this tick? The new place or the fact we will be mentally and literally moving away from what bores us. Either ways we all have our journeys mental and otherwise which we embark on to find some grounding and stretch ourselves back into the track.

"My purpose trip" would be all the countless trips I took to the Bangalore Airport. Oh.. no is it not a boring place to be. In fact it is my grounding destination (ironically!) where I mentally prepare myself for the days to come while shuttling between college and home.

pic courtesy: domain-b.com

Over anxious, I always decide to leave a little early and I land up 3 hours before the necessary formalities begin. Two trips and my brain could gauge the time required to reach the Airport. But somehow I figured out that I loved the time I spent there and made no effort to change it. I obviously prefer to travel alone. It is like a place a destination where I can stay alone in the crowd.

I have some Airport rituals.. I always have a book, I eat at one place and I enter only via the left hand most gates (the security guard there is more pleasant). He smiles unlike the one manning the other gate. He cross checks my face with suspicious eyes while he looks at my ID proof, a driving license issued on my eighteenth birthday. Now.. six years is a long time too bad they don’t allow us to update photos.  Am I to blame? Then, there it is. I step in and find a sense of peace. The big glassy walls shielding me from rest of the world, arriving at junction from where I could go anywhere. The only constraint, already having a ticket and being bound to a destination.

I normally book by Go Air, they allow me to get my boarding pass little early and then I move to the first floor of the B’lore airport. I love how the washrooms are strategically located. Just when you climb up and realize you might want to use the loo before the security blah is done. Voila!! Other plus points for the place is definitely the medical store in the right place!

After the boring security checks, I reach my most favourite spot. If the phrase “between the devil and deep blue sea” had to be built in worldly life, it would be this.  One finds oneself torn between catching the flight and getting lost in the over priced but still a shopper’s miniature paradise. As usual I get myself a book from the crossword , (that’s a big task- they have limited collection there!) grab a bite at the Indian food court which serves what seems like NRI (Not recognizable as Indian) food.  I park myself on the comfy chair bang opposite the flight schedule display board. In case of a good book, I get immersed in the book and don’t look at anybody. But, in case I am stuck with a book I blew up my money on. I engage myself in people watching. Building stories around their behaviour, sometimes matching the playlist on my mp3 to tune their moods…

What I love about it is the randomness and the routine.  A destination where I can sit all by myself and watch people play their roles and live there lives. While I just sit back and rest, slowly untangle my own issues. A place to contemplate on how I have been. A place where I can just be. A place to unwind between destinations, a place to take my mental journeys and holidays. 


I'll end this post with few lines from Lenka's song thats sums up "My purpose trip to the Airport"

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle. Life is a maze and love is a riddle, I don't know where to go........I've got to let it go, And just enjoy the show

You can vote for my photo here (it is not allowed to click pictures at Airport so I had to come with my own image) 

This post is written for "Cleartrip. My Purpose Contest- Indiblogger"

In simple words!

I can see you bowled over by me

But I like it that you do not show

I can feel your joy when I walk by your side

And I like it that you keep it low

At times I catch you stare

And you shake your head as I glare

I know you get lost in my eyes

But like it when you hide it with simple lies

The way you prefer to hug by a shoulder

Keeping it decent and not getting bolder

Simple ways in which you show some care

You give me my space but, tell me you are there

I can never express my affection

Or tell you how I appreciate this connection

All I can say is, my blood feels like wine

And I am really glad that you are mine.

~Sam

PS: FICTION 

PPS: Really,FICTION!!! ;)