a tale of 2

A voice insistently lingers,

In a crevice of my mind:

And its silken fingers run,

Softly down my spine.

That hint of a quiver,

And that silent shiver,

Refuse to let me pine.



There flits a lone mistral,

A lightly tripping breeze...

A pastiche of past perfumes,

Which puts my mind at ease,

And yet

Does its best to tease

My soul,

By dividing it,

And yet

Making it whole.



There lilts an arcane melody,

Amidst the whirring of my heart:

Which matches the rhythmic beats,

With its tuneful art...



There lies a sleepless whisper,

In the depths of my ear,

Which keeps you locked in me

When you're far from near.

I can still hear that voice

Since you're far yet near.,

AN EVENING

There are just so many ways in which one can actually spend an evening like this...the best way, for me, is to spend it carefully, in idle contemplation...sometimes life is so mesmerisingly beautiful in its connected wholeness, in its infinite potential, in its glorious epiphany, in its stingingg disillusion, in its absolute absurdness, in its incredible dynamism and its beautiful stillness...in the unsurpassed, surprised wonder of each new friendship, in the amazing incredulity of each newly-forged bond, each unthinkable kinship. In the unforgotten poignance, in quietly treasured joys, in its strange silences, its imagined romances and deep introspections. In the way in which Life whisks us across space and time, across people and places, across latitudes and oceans and unseen seas. Over Unknown meadows, far away hills, empyrean heights and deep, sunken gorges. I cannot quite understand and am trying in vain to figure it out. Everything both makes sense and doesn't. It seems to resist and invite intepretation...so alluring and evasive it is...