The universe knows everything. I mean Everything!! What
you feel, when you feel, for whom you feel. It not only knows what we know
about ourselves but keeps many more secrets in its vault that we are absolutely
unaware of. And it uses them to guide us through our
life journeys towards the phenomenon that would help us identifying
the moments that we want to live in- the opportunities we must grab and the
people who deserves to be loved, cared and to be given a sacrosanct place in our
lives. The universe does it all. All we need is a tiny capsule of faith on our
own desires, a right conscience, pure intentions, a trust on our abilities
and courage to accept the change with the open arms. Everything is connected in
some way or the other, so I don't believe in coincidences. Everything that
is and that will be, will have a reason for its existence with a very sacred
role to play, that may or may not be visible but its influence on our worlds
will be deeply felt. And yes, it is happening with me.....
A few single digit
inches is the closeness we ever shared. Not because she admires her secret
admirer but because she had no other option due to lack of space in the
elevator. It still happens to be the longest elevator journey I ever had &
wished there were 100 more floors to go. Her muskiness revealed the untold act
of cupids who struck their arrows through Romeo's heart when he went that close
to Juliet; I knew how I must have felt during my
transitional odyssey to heaven. That closeness was reminiscent of a
dream that I once saw- where I held those soft hands, when that
beautiful stranger looked upon me with her mysterious eyes, when I ran my hands
through her hair over her cheeks, the moment when we kissed & the
moment when I woke up with a pair of nostalgic dreamy eyes
hoping to never come out of it and wished I would meet her one day. And
I was certain that she was meant to happen in my life. She would be the one who
rip all the evils in me apart- a medium through which the gods will convey
their affection for me- a woman who will own every beat of my heart. Every time
I look at her, my hand reaches out to my chest to acknowledge the
transcendental music that pumps into my veins. I hope a day would come that not
even an inch would part me from her. For me it is rather less terrifying to
think that we all will die someday but dying without confessing your feelings
to the person you love is something dark & resentfully
thoughtful. Cliché, but true!
10 seconds of courage
is all that matters. Amidst of the uncertainty, 10 seconds can truly be a life
saver. Like there is no such thing as coincidence, there is no such thing
as a lost moment. It’s all about taking a decision to take an
extra leap, grabbing the opportunity dauntlessly yet mindfully and witnessing
yourself holding the trophy like a victor, and living a life that you almost
gave up on. I wonder if it took me less than 10 seconds to slip into the magic
like some witchcraft was spelled upon me, why not to take another significant
10 to go & ask her for a cup of coffee. Like a king never takes a No for
an answer, I am afraid of the refusal much more than I ever would, if my spleen
were about to get ablated.
I am a Little
Manhattan in Love. My brain seems
obsessed when it keeps on flashing her ornate images in a strange but
surprisingly organized fashion and my heart betrays me when it skips a beat,
sending a strong ripple throughout my body when she comes within my radar
circle. Earlier I was under an impression that she had merely raised the
standard of my choices but time has testified that she is The Limit- there
is nothing above her. Even though I haven't found the courage it would take to
tell her how much I am influenced, rather possessed by the concavity on her
cheeks that appears when she smiles, but what her presence makes me feel like
is the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. Out of many wonderful
dreams I have ever listed for myself, waking up next to her every
morning & snugging my face into her dark dense hair while she running her
soft hands all over my face, & me getting nestled in her warm arms, a
little before I may open my eyes, comes on the top of it.
Nature has its own way
to help every specie identifying ways to express their love and affection,
or at least send out signals like the great bustards a.k.a Otis
Tarda, a magnificent diversity of nature- a feathery bird which embarks
glory when it scatters the wings knows where to find the poisonous beetles to
augment their features to attract their female counterparts. Well, I know, one
day my universe will bring my share of little poisonous beetle for me and
that's when I would attest my commitment to the unshared romance I am
carrying. Like Zoroaster from 6th century, I think I have discovered my
own Ahura Mazda, the god of light and my only religion.
I don't know what love
is, neither do I know what it is like to fall into it. But there is this tiny
thought I like to muse on, which really does help the world to turn things in
my favour; which spreads smile all over my face; which makes me feel like the
most fortunate guy on this earth. A single thought is enough to make a change
and create a difference. Rather, a thought so strong that is tangible to me
& can be felt by the others around me. A desire so promising that can
change the course of the winds from the west. And a love so real, whose
magnificence will be embroidered like a priceless fresco on the walls of
history. Sometimes I feel I am merely aesthetic who admires the dance of the
nature, but at the brink of dawn, its just me and my wishful anticipation of
the extraordinary completeness my life will own if she understands why
my neck turns in a direction 9 O' clock to me.
