On a Sublime Conversation

And it was even better than orgasm, for at that precise moment nothing existed. Not even time.At that precise moment there was only you, him, and the sublime thoughts bottled up in your head for a long time. Everything flowed smoothly. from music, to politics, economics, arts… even philosophy. It was a transcendental moment that even though it happened at night, the room seemed brighter than it is during day. It was illumined by the “otherworldly” nature of his speech and the eloquence and artfulness of yours. Then like a heavenly body, a falling star that passed by, the illumination is gone in an instant. You were too engrossed you forgot to make a wish for another to pass by…

Corners

I like sitting on corner seats. They give me the comfort of seclusion. And as i lean my shoulders and my heavy head on the wall on which it is mounted, I get a sense of security. Like the wall is an arm of varying degrees of warmth. So human in that sense, minus the hesitation, confusion... Indecisions. Lacking of gesture yet filled with a different kind of pathos.

Corner seats.

The sense of seclusion that everyday living deprives. The getaway without actually going away. Perhaps that which subsides the torrential rain of thoughts. Perhaps that which may be called home... Or at least a fraction of it. Corner seats...

Let the Lady Speak

Let the lady speak
For in words she finds
A garden where pixies dance
Effortless, endless—ly
Humming happy tunes,
Where the earth
Gives birth to flowers
Rare, blooming in tender hues,
And the sky, a prism
Of the world it always shelters
But can never touch.

In words the lady dances
Under the rain, flashing
A smile of satisfaction.
She dips her legs in rivers, muddling
silk skirts, silken skin.
Catches the wind in her open arms
And falls flat on her face
In pure pleasure
On a mead ever-green.

Let the lady speak
For in words the universe
Resolute
is like a lover
Becoming water,


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What we are is Madness

There are so many questions that remain unanswered, but what good are answers?

They will only shatter the ecstasy, the excitement of every sudden meet-ups, and popped-up conversations. They are mere bumps on the road as we go for a drive. Let us just live for the moment. That moment…

Your hands on the wheel and I, watching, wholeheartedly consenting to be taken… driven mad. Yes. What we are is madness. That tincture of insanity I hold onto when this world of towering gray slabs and jet asphalt eats me alive. That noise when the silence is unbearably deafening. What we have is madness. It is out of control. That gravity pulls us to earth is natural. You and I pulling toward each other is inevitable, inexorable, ADAMANTINE.

As man defied gravity with aircrafts that intermittently fly me away, we defy mundanity of living. What is irregular is romantic. What is spontaneous is beautiful, in all the sense of the word. What to others are illusions, sheer Hollywood fiction, to us is reality. We are what we are at that moment. Whenever that is, wherever that is. Just because you were there declaring how cold and sweet-smelling the air is, while I “smoke”, feeling all sensations heighten. Just because we were moving our heads at the same rhythm as the music playing loudly in the background. Just because we are there, together.

We live at that moment. We embrace what is and nothing else. Perhaps we also love…

Laws of Attraction

And because I love you,

I will have prepared myself for death.

You are lightning striking the earth too low

And I

An innocent passerby, unfortunately struck

By a portion of your fiery ray

I lost soul when I have died

In your overpowering sunshine

I have lost a mile of what I could have traveled.

A dozen or more of days, ways, mays

Have been

Years to be exact

move like water in tightly shut palms

And without notice, the youth of my past has taken leave

Of me

I granted it permission

I have nothing to feed it

It was a dog carved out of the electricity

You have bolted in me.

There was nothing but this

But you

The lightning

Said Mario Puzo

An Italian saying…

I have been struck by lightning…



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