Silent Romance

A Sweet Revenge

It was a siren versus a charm that night. She is a “siren” and he is a “charm”. Stars in the sky and they are blessed being together. Siren sees Charm, with all seduction and the power of surrender. Charm holds her back, across the wall, says, “You are good”, Siren blushes.

Siren holds him close, could feel the rhythm of his tongue in her mouth. They kiss at the largest passion they can show. They are turning mad, as if their tongue is fighting to feel the mixed erotic breath scent.

Siren, as she is, she is a mirage, luring by cultivating a particular appearance. She knows she is different, rare and mythic from others.  She is incredibly suggestive, hints all the pleasure and never uses aggression and high pitch. Calm and unhurried as she is always. She promises you with infinite adventure.

She is a master of seduction, if no resistances faced, she creates them. Their erogenous zones burn with pleasure and lust. She escapes, hides in the beautiful curtains, Charm tries to reach, but she is always quite away. Siren has the Goddess effect; she is fluid, acts incapable of knowing her effect on charm.

Charm, as he is, reflects all the fantasy, he creates all those illusions he needs. He creates a stirring which represses the desires. He is subtle and never tries hard for attention. He likes rarity, novelty and passion. He makes you oscillate between frustration and hopes.

Siren does promise for par excellent long nights, but sometimes doesn’t offer total satisfaction, she withdraws and Charm yearns for the return. Sirens often keep him “off balance”.

Charm, is witty, he wraps Siren into the silk, and nibbles her neck, to give the beautiful love bite on the left side of her neck. He makes virtue out of weakness. Acts like he sees the world with innocent eyes.  And then the fact remains that Charm is all about seduction without sex. He mainly focuses on Siren. He is never a center of attraction; in fact he makes the target as one.  When Charm seduces, his effect never goes out.

Charm: You are not going to look pretty tomorrow morning
Siren: (slowly opens her eyes, wonders)
Charm: Just a little love bite.
Siren: (blushes)
Charm: You seduce me!
Siren: (mystical smile) I didn’t do anything, did I?
Charm: (laughs) probably, you don’t have to do anything!

Siren sees the love bite in the morning, asks Charm to get ready for the revenge, Charm’s smile and dazzling flirts are beyond resistance. Siren smiles and utters “a sweet revenge!”

Charm can always wait for this revenge. Siren will make him wait and Charm says, “Waiting will be worth”

Let the Rain come down

Harshwardhan , a man with splendid eyes, a man who came to my life when I was turning introvert. The phase was extremely abominable. The point I was suffering from thousands of cold eyes, stress and loneliness. He loves his “kind” of music, calls me cute whenever I start yelling at him!

The day I remember after a crazy booze party at a common friend’s home. Love is more like the butterfly effect, the initial chaos causes magnificent one later; we all want to fall in love, I too wanted. Harsh was walking with me to my home, streets were wet. It poured that night. Love is more of creativity than intelligence, he has both. That was the first time when his silence spoke volumes for me. Cold night, with we both dressed in white, empty streets and deem lights. Sooner I realized I was holding his hand. I took couple of breaths and found that I missed one as he slides his hand to my waist. The fire was then no longer a flash burn across my skin, it smoldered away all my awkwardness, my shy uncertainly. He uttered, “Beautiful”, it just made me realize that I exist in this world. It almost started pouring. The gentle drops of rains and romance!

Me: Beautiful? (Collecting my senses)
Harsh: Yeah.
Me: (Blushes) I know patience is not your specialty!
Harsh: (Laughs) Do u know, whenever I come close to you, I feel like I had a sip the most delicious wine.
Me :( Ignoring his flirts) There comes my home, I guess, you should come in; I don’t want you to get ill.

Of course, his white shirt had started becoming translucent. I could see his perfect ribs, it was luring, as if with no actions he can cast a spell on me. Dried and changed, we sat near in veranda with a hot coffee. Even if it is fun for Harshwardhan to see those rains, it was tough for me to concentrate on anything else than him. His scent, his existence, I thought of all those lonely nights to be worth going through, if I could get to see him so near. He saw me and again I lost a breath.
Harsh: You want to know, what was so beautiful that time?
I was still looking into his eyes.
Harsh: You seem more beautiful in my eyes.
I could find no better reaction but to slither and find his lips. The reluctance was all gone when he pulled me tighter to him. I could feel the warmth, the sweetness and the Godly passion. The point I supported his lower lip, his tongue scrolled down to my lips, struggling to feel my tongue, and sometimes hits teeth. I took out my lips, was breathless. He held me close, all his warm breath flashed on my face, hissed, “When you close your eyes, know that I'll be thinking about you”. This definitely set me to take another leap of faith. “Can you feel my love tonight?” I answered,” I cannot help falling in love with you”

I could look with all the seductive power I have, could fix his eyes on me. It was an anticipating tool of persuasion and charm so that he slowly loses the ability to resist without even knowing how and why. Love is not a war, yet it is a game! I was hiding behind the beautiful curtains, as if he didn’t know my next step. He held me, crushed me to the wall, was just feeling the tiny drops rolling down my back from wet hair, I definitely knew I was different, rare and mythic to him, a mirage. The way he ran his fingers down my back, it was incredibly suggestive, he was then calm and unhurried. “I’m totally in you, I love you”

He turned me around, caressed my hair; I wished to put my hands on his chest. He acted as if he was incapable of understanding the effect he had on me. The moment was like liquid, ungraspable but luring to promise the infinite adventure. The way he felt my skin, my body patterns was beyond words; it felt like he was extremely burning in desire and wanted to enflame me. I glided my leg up on his strong legs, rubbing with all the ways I can be alluring and could stir his wild desires. He was subtle and my fragile thoughts were oscillating between making love or to tease! He is mysterious sometimes, creates illusion what he requires. Then he pressed his lips against my neck, shoulders; his withdrawal made me yearn for his return.

Long night with my body left with his essence, I love him for the way he keeps me trapped emotionally, more I see him, understand him, more I find him undiscovered and then more I love him. His strength is to keep me “off balance” with exponential stability later and weakness is a charm; this charm is indeed a seduction without intercourse. And then the fact remains that nothing is more seductive to people than the feeling that they are desired.

They speak before I do....

Me Against Myself

15^th December wasn’t amongst those normal nights in Mumbai. They are not generally so chilled and romantic. A grayish sheen of fog was visible through the window, and aside from the gentle tap of a branch against the glass, all was quiet, other than my heart beats. 3 a.m., it was tough managing a cup of coffee, a kindled cigarette, sitting in the window; those flying curls on my face and my helplessness to bear them.

Knock on my door, “Sorry, I just wanted some ice for my whisky, saw you from balcony!” I still remember his words, a handsome man with a glass. I smiled and that was the day my smile had something of serendipity! Sooner I discovered that he is a journalist and works late night. Loneliness is always not so desired after a threshold. We had numerous conversations through balcony.

And the finest night, again the same knock with a virile voice, “Yajur here!” The day when I invited him in, he was gazing my home, as if he liked it a lot. The noiselessness situation was putting me to death. I put the music system ON with one of my favorite track-

Ranjish hi sahi, dil hi dukhane k liye aa..
aa firse mujhe chodke jaane k liye aa…

The gold in his eyes seemed to harden from liquid to solid. My skin as if burnt with the flames, we sat near the window with mugs of hot coffee. He uttered, “You have the most captivating eyes I have seen so far, believe me you are an addiction.” I blushed and felt breathless for the briefest second. Witty flirts and silence, a long one. I realized, I have moved so close to him, I could feel his sweet breath washed- cold and delicious- over my face, “I already miss you” I was sure it being a long night, the war of Me Against Myself. It was quite a moment, just the thud of my heart hammering, the broken rhythm of our ragged breathing, and the whisper of our lips moving in synchronization.

I indeed was holding someone more angel than man in my arms, but he made it seem like nothing at all to have his lips against my lip, my face, my throat. I could run my hand down his stone chest, tracing across the flat planes of his stomach, just marveling. A light shudder rippled through him, and his mouth found mine. Carefully, I let the tip of my tongue press against his smooth lips, and he sighed.

I pulled myself away, or was that the reflex reaction when I most want to keep going on. He rose, pushed me against the wall, crushed with his body, hissed near my ear, “You cast a spell on me, camouflage with luring eyes, I surrender, you caught me”, I could feel his fastened heart beats and trembling lips, “I love you” We smiled, while he was caressing my hair, I was looking down, searching for the words, I lacked them then, just a hysterical smile burst through my lips again, which in turn sets him in always. Suddenly, his wintery fingers caressed the back of my neck and felt my perspiration. The condition when I was as restless as I was wishing to live all these moments in his hug. A rush of heat flashed across my skin again, little waves rolled away from his movements and broke against my skin.

He raised my free hands across the surface of the wall, they didn’t tremble, and I took one out and put it on his left side of chest, on his heart. He shuddered the tiniest bit at my warm touch. His breath came rougher now; felt like every nerve ending in my body was a live wire. I murmured, “Do we belong together?” He nodded and the smooch was the most passionate deed in the world. I could feel the smooth lines of his back, shoulders, his arms, his neck, his flawless shape. I was too happy to change anything, no matter how small. The only sound I could hear was our breathing, my heartbeats. His fingers softly trailed down the contours of my body, as if he never felt anything so soft like my skin, I kept my eyes shut and tightened my arms around his neck, holding myself very close to him. His hands could feel some patterns on my skin, as he put his hands into my soft pink T-shirt. I could feel his stubble as he kissed my neck, biting my ears and tickling me, felt as if even the fabric may apart us. I could feel him, every part of him, and I guess it is true vice versa.

The night was the most romantic thing I have experienced. Morning, 6 am, I was afraid to open my eyes, I felt as if he was scrubbing back of my hand against my eyes. The senseless tears were disturbing, he laughed once at the logic. It was just a dawn, beautiful one.

Years later, when I look at my husband, I press my hands to his face again and the memory of the first night of my new life, soon when I laugh, he kisses to interrupt my efforts of memorizing them. The night with Yajur, no doubt was unforgettable, but then when I innocently rub my nose against my husband’s nose, he makes me remember the morning, Yajur, on that sweet dawn, asked, “Can I get to keep you forever?” I am married to him now.

Life is far beyond words, I struggled to get some for me, though it was like Me Against Myself.

I feel him sometime....

Tonight, I am not just looking at the stars, but staring into my past as well. Constellations shine with the light that was emitted eons ago, and i wait for something to come to me, words that a poet might use to illuminate life's mysteries. I am at a lose to tell you what is that I feel my life is missing. I was a simple person once but then now I do think "everything is perception". I can sometimes lose track of time when staring at a sky filled with wind whipped clouds, and when I hear thunder rumbling, I always draw near the window to watch for lightening. I feel him sometimes. Having someone in life is blessing because there is an outlet for everyday strains of life; it is a curse too, because the outlet is someone you care deeply about. I feel nostalgic when I cross that bridge where we met for the first time. Life is not suppose to be stagnant, without him I have learned to live but then when in many people, I take deep breathe I feel the ambivalence. My throat chocks. Soon I recollect and cherish those moments for life time. Someday when I close my eyes, I remember some circumstances, some subjects of humorous anecdotes. His charm, laughter, the way he stared at me, his stupidity and his wooing have never ceased to amaze me. Meeting him was certainly a serendipity. I am a classical dancer. I perform Katthak. Love happens and same in our case. But he left me alone, went far... far where I could not find him... I cant even wait for him. I lost him forever. It was a road accident. Love is not mere walking hand in hand and sharing that divine silence, but it is when whole universe conspires that somebody loves you more than anything. The very feeling might be wordless. Now I dance for him, I feel him through colours, aroma and senses. Rightly said by someone, "love is a state of mind when mind is not in state." Long five years have past, I now live sometimes in my world; where he exists; where we are together; where we talk, we walk together. I write romance, and yes I do agree when people say that I live in different world sometime. At nights, in rains, in breeze, traveling in thousands of people, having coffee alone in coffee shop, watching those couples near the shore, he surrounds me. As if life rewinds and I live those moments again. I see my empty hands and I then feel his touch, he holds me to himself, closer to his heart. Whispers, "nothing lasts forever!" My love is in keeping him alive within me, dancing with all passion as if he could see me.And then for the briefest instant, it almost feels like we're together again....

I love him, yes I do, I feel him sometime...

Loving a Chemical Engineer is not easy

“Kahani ki shurwat abhi hone ko hai
Dillagi ki hadein abhi hone ko hai
Mausam bhi be- imaani badhane ko hai
Humare beech ki duriya khatam hone ko hai”

Especially, when you are a romantic writer, you tend to imagine things to formulate them in your writings. May be camouflage works for me, but he was not. Stronger arms, killer smile and witty stuff, what else a lady expects! May be great Casanova, or maybe not. A drama writer and acting as if he defines romance.
Ye aaj kal ka pyaar.. might be strange thing but the basic remains same. Intimacy might be the start but if it ends with respect, it is love. With him it feels like reflux of emotions is everything you need. May be he is all I wanted. Eros turns a man ON, but it is a very fact that other than being little emotional, a man has to be witty to turn a woman ON.
Dedication is dependent on inertia; most of the technical men prove to be passionate lovers. So it does imply to a chemical engineer. A typical guy with a priority of boozing over girls, night outs before exams, not much into reading but still will beat you in every topic, pretending to be not so desperate, “sutta” with friends and movies ( I hope you can imagine their types) for “lukka time”. This was never my choice. But then if things start moving as we wish, they don’t charm. Spontaneous moments define the flow, at least in my life.
Days past, things were moving, realisation of the distilled feelings resulted in saturation of hiding, consequently, into addiction. I do agree, it begun with flirts, or may be in easier “lingo” flirts acted as catalyst. Precisely, like oxidizing all the senses. The warm hug melts me in his arms, the words mere are enough for the surrender. The transition is always fun, the energized state of mind, as if you are purged. I hope for some azeotrope with me. Sorption of happiness and labile sorrows...
He yells and then says sorry, God knows what exactly he thinks or may be my brains are malfunctioning. But whatever happens just pushes the reaction into forward direction, avoiding all the side products with good conversion. Thus the affection in situ is a great feeling. He is selective, yielding better moments with him. He is like a solvent, dissolving all I have in me and evaporating the sorrow after extraction. He is like base, neutralizing all my sorrow. My heart has already diazotised and coupled with him yielding some lovable colours in life.
Life was always unpredictable and it will be, but this man has sketched a hybridised stated, more symmetrical and still ready for covalent bond. Finally this reaction being exothermic, still behaves against Le Chatelier Principle. Thank you for everything you gave me, though you are slightly corrosive, but I will love to handle you with no concerns of your MSDS. Lastly, I can just say many things move like if thermodynamics proposes, kinetics disposes!