“ A smile held a moment too long, an absentminded brush of a hand…”
Wrapped in reverie this time will pass, but this will remain still. This will remain still - as still as this. As still as your presence, as still as this moment where all I have is nothing. And yet when I sit in front of my lord and open my arms with numerous thoughts rushing into my head, just like the strictly captivated water gushing through the tiniest hole breaking in; like an indifferent intruder and widening the hole even more with the heat of its passion burning away anything and everything that comes in its way, all I feel is the confusion of that void which was felt before when I had so much to say and so much to convey and though I knew it all, the moment when I saw your face it all dissolved the way once upon a time your smile faded all my anger away.
And I sat in front of my lord with my arms wide open for a long long time.. or maybe longer, as I felt the void, the confusion, the incessant flow of thoughts turn my head numb- too numb to think, too numb to allow me to move. And thus I sat still for long long time, or maybe longer hoping and wishing hard for you to send any of your angels -probably a novice. I was hoping and wishing hard for you to send any of your angels-probably a novice- to whose silence I could listen cautiously, combing for the slightest clue dropped accidentally into the lap of that naïve moment.
But as the time passed, I sat petrified, motionless waiting for a long long time or maybe longer until the silence began to prick my ears and I could hear it no more. Holding on to every string of the slipping faith that I had instilled in my lord I decided to find the angel in the feeblest fragment of my imagination, which was brought into this world by the intricate struggle of my mind. And holding on to every string of the slipping faith that I had instilled in my lord I decided to find the angel, realizing the brutal silence to be the inability of the novice to speak and thus by design its ineffectiveness to drop a clue.
But still I sat in front of my lord with my arms wide open for a long long time.. or maybe longer, gaping thoughtlessly until every particle of the matter of my creation began to hurt. And with the last breath of my failing strength I realized I loved him still but his love was too much to hope for, the reason being nil. So wrapped in reverie this time will pass, but this will remain still- the moments are gone and memories have perished but the flame of your love burns still in me and the uninvited dreams of your image still make my day-Still..
And I sat in front of my lord with my arms wide open for a long long time.. or maybe longer, as I felt the void, the confusion, the incessant flow of thoughts turn my head numb- too numb to think, too numb to allow me to move. And thus I sat still for long long time, or maybe longer hoping and wishing hard for you to send any of your angels -probably a novice. I was hoping and wishing hard for you to send any of your angels-probably a novice- to whose silence I could listen cautiously, combing for the slightest clue dropped accidentally into the lap of that naïve moment.
But as the time passed, I sat petrified, motionless waiting for a long long time or maybe longer until the silence began to prick my ears and I could hear it no more. Holding on to every string of the slipping faith that I had instilled in my lord I decided to find the angel in the feeblest fragment of my imagination, which was brought into this world by the intricate struggle of my mind. And holding on to every string of the slipping faith that I had instilled in my lord I decided to find the angel, realizing the brutal silence to be the inability of the novice to speak and thus by design its ineffectiveness to drop a clue.
But still I sat in front of my lord with my arms wide open for a long long time.. or maybe longer, gaping thoughtlessly until every particle of the matter of my creation began to hurt. And with the last breath of my failing strength I realized I loved him still but his love was too much to hope for, the reason being nil. So wrapped in reverie this time will pass, but this will remain still- the moments are gone and memories have perished but the flame of your love burns still in me and the uninvited dreams of your image still make my day-Still..
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