An Elegant Tapestry Of Thoughts!

Your lively eyes send out that gaze and then withdraw. I am not surprised to know that I am the central theme of your peripheral vision. How you tease me with your eyes! And yes, I fail not to notice the glint in that blush that twitches your lips too much, but your mind tries to control - yelling in your head – ‘let him not notice!, let him not see that!’. Why do you do that? I wish I could read your heart!

An awful reader that I am, once I tried to understand what you might think! The medley of your heart was so lovely that I was taken captive at its very first tunes. Without even stepping inside its doors, I was already captured into that maze - never to find an escape route. And you, my captor, wouldn’t show any mercy to your prisoner. I still go round, round and round to find a way out. But wherever I turn, I only find you covered in truckloads of rose petals.Your resplendent glory destroys my balance, and I am left with words, just words and more words, and yes - an unkempt beard. I am plagued with the poetry of my own mind.

Then I suddenly think of blood splashing everywhere. Yes, I puked when I first saw the chicken’s head chopped. I can still see those images with a lot of grain and a fading blur. If not for the society that butchers our hopes - only to slurp them up with its insensitive carnivorous norms, I would have carried you home in my arms. The problem is not mine, but yours. It is you who give a damn about society. It is you who would not come. ‘Not here not there’ - is your mental state! You mind validates your position with reasons. To distract my thoughts from the obvious disappointment, I imagine of my sweet doom. What if I die, would you not come home to have a glance at my coffin? I would make sure that I smile before I close my eyes for good, so you would not come and go disappointed.

No no, I rub these thoughts away. I would never make such stupid mistakes which people of low emotional caliber make. Suicides and lowly deaths are for cowards. I want to live. Live with a hope that someday we would be one. It might take few more days. Or months. Or even years. But eventually I know we would meet, smile, exchange words and fall in love. Oh yes – eventually! That is a deceiving word showing forever tendencies that wanes your hope to slow death. But, what of it? Hope might die, but not the vigor that is seeded in my blood. With vigor - one could regenerate the dying hope, open doors after doors of unexplored possibilities, traverse horizons and make accepted practicalities look so cheap and foolish. Yes - I am an extremist, I am a fanatic, I am crazy and mad. Call me more names, I would only smile. But I am so blessed that my mind can produce an elegant tapestry of thoughts whenever I go through a period of contemplation. I am sure I would make all my humble musings work as I complete the race I run; and in the end, when I raise those colorful flags of victory - you would come running to me. Please tell your heart that I wouldn't mind a tight hug and a few close-eyed kisses. I do want to live to see that day!