There is a longing to be heard, to be felt, to be experienced. Perhaps this was the longing I brought with me on that first encounter when you and I were still a mystery. I brought every little bit of me. I tried to put myself into words so you could experience me. I still hear that voice, the one that I was, trailing a few steps behind you. In the void of your absence I still see you. I still long to be known by you. Perhaps this longing I have for you, for what this was… no matter how many sunrises, perhaps this love I feel for you, abundant as it is... needs to remain, here beside me for a while at least. I will continue to give it breath, for as long as it needs to be present, I will continue to embrace it. I will not run away- not in anger , not in fear. Steady I will be and I will learn from the teachings that it brings. It is true, what they say, only people change - the love doesn't. The love always remains the same.I have loved you Saurabh.
La vida no me la cuentes,
la vida prefiero vivirla!
The stories we tell…
The Persian Queen Scheherazade was a magical storyteller. She used her gift to enchant an Arabian king known to kill his young brides on their very first love encounter. Each night she met the king and weaved a story in his head. At the peak of his curiosity she would pause until their next encounter. Night after night he waited for her, his appetite moist with desire for her words. His heart was stirred by the heart of that woman, a sentiment he grew increasingly fond of for the space of at least One Thousand and One Nights.
This did not begin as a love story (one never knows this is even happening), but love as an omniscient, omnipresent force cannot be denied. It is as real as the sun. If this had been you, love would have captured you also. A beautiful woman giving you of her soul, the fulness of it, with every chosen word…who? Who can withstand it? With the blessing of the moon and the stars, the universe aligning itself for two souls to greet, border, and salute each other full of curiosity, pure child’s play, love will have its way. It will surely attempt to dance in between the silences, in, out, and around all that is shared, love will find ground to sprout seeds in. Love will grow, in the heart of the open-hearted lover love will surely grow.
That is the power of story and we all carry one deep within our bosom. The details are uniquely ours and the language around those details ours to choose. I want you to know me and I am present, willing to know you. This is my heart rendered open for you to feel, for you to study, for you to admire. In my stories you will find me, the me that is all heart …all heartfelt joy all heartfelt anguish…all in this one center that is me and that is also you because we are one after all, there is no distinction. Believe me when I tell you that between you and I there is no distance, only the one we choose to imagine. Let go of the thoughts and feel me, and when you do you will love the human heart that is me… a thing to behold in awe, to marvel at, impossible not to love. Love is the miracle that feeds this creation. It is you and it is me. It is in every sunrise and every moon, in the birds that dance around us, in the shooting stars, in the ripples of the rocks…in every step towards you there is love.
I have no time for things with no soul - Charles Bukowsky
Let those who are not ready play the games of lust and deception. As for me, when you are ready to greet me, come as you are. YOU are who I want. I want to know the you that is hidden, almost forgotten. I want the one that keeps you company when the days grow long and sad. There will be time to waste later, but not in the beginning. When our eyes are timid with emotion, when our hearts light up the eternal spark… then the moment is ripe to be who you are.