Lila

Beneath the marquee, on the outer porch he was playing marbles. He never felt alone, he never felt loony. He used to play all the games alone. May be there was some kinda chip inserted in his brain, which made him dual. He was the only boy of widowed Lila. She was beautiful indeed. At the age of thirty-five, she was looking no more then thirty. Still the same aura, the same freshness, those sharp curves adorned her body. She undoubtedly maintained her skin. Slim & trendy with cheesy thighs and bright fair complexion, she looked more than beautiful. Her melancholic almond shaped hazel eyes with crimson lips and tight buttocks can make anybody turn on. After all she was the wife of an ex-Indian Air Force pilot Wg. Cdr. Kandarp Bhargava. He, unfortunately died while on an air-to-ground strike during 2001 Kargil war, which was a heart-sank demise for Lila of her beloved hubby. He was flying with Mig-29 laser tipped bombing attack on hidden Pakistani camouflages, and met sudden demise as a bazooka touched his Mig’s fuel tank when he was flying at lower altitudes. He was a Badminton champion during CDS academy training, and that’s the place where, he met Lila for the first time. They were face to face during Badminton Championship match during Sports Fiesta, the annual flagship even of Dehradun Air Force Academy. Lila is the only child of Air Vice Marshall Sudhir Mishra. No doubt, both Lila and Kandarp were flamboyant and flashy. Each one had full qualities to attract each other. All that needed is, only one approach by any one of them. Gradually, everything went on properly and they got married in a short while. They were like two bodies and one soul. They always enjoyed their lovely moments, and treasured them. Which might Lila is cherishing now a days. She still remembers those late night bed dramas and rose petal baths, kitchen masti and late night terrace goof-ups. She still remembers how they used to remain seated for hours & hours, arms in arms feeling the warmth of their closeness on the terrace, wrapped in a single bed sheet fully naked and toasting red wine; and the kid still plays alone, and can see a sparkle rolling down her face.

Ciao.

a boy n a gal - in crisis of life.. Part I

Situation: a boy n a gal - in crisis of life.. Part I
Two mortals, bodily fleshy, reached at a position where they’re forced to make a decision. It's a description of two person - a boy n a gal - 'ving a rock solid foundation of friedship, now at an avalanche.

The same darkness prevailed - dearth’s into grave in which the temple of love – marie antoinettes vanished. The same silence, the same despair, the same suspense, the same phenomenon. Then the blackness – radiating stillness breaks softly into silver mist and strange airs as the wind swept harped in her, at the dawning of the moon – moon from the green cheese. It raises full over the desert and a vast horizon comes into relief; broken by a huge shape which soon reveals itself in the spreading radiance as the man pedestalled on the sands. The light still clears, until the upraised eyes of the blackened image - distinguished looking straight forward and upward in infinite fearless vigil, and a mass of color between its great paws defines itself as a heap of red poppies on which a girl lies motionless, her crimson gown heaving gently on the marble porch and her curly long hair glittering in a shaft of moonlight like a bird’s wing.

Suddenly there comes from afar a vaguely fearful sound and the music of nature stops. A deep silence. Both sides went to deep grotto. Then a few faint high-pitched boast notes. Then silence again. Then a man comes from the south with stealing steps, ravished by the mystery of the night, all wonder and halts, lost in contemplation, whose bosom, with its burden, is hidden from him by its massive shoulder – a Sphinx.

She was the girl, waiting for his presence till eternity, waiting for his acceptance, waiting to get his image, waiting for getting his grace. She was catchy, she was cheesy, never the less, got his appearance out in the dark.

he, the man hail like a salutation to Antonio, hath wandered in many lands, seeking the lost regions from which his birth into this world exiled him, and the company of creatures such as I myself. He have found flocks and pastures, men and cities, but no other creatures, no air native to him, no man kindred to him, none can do his day’s deed and think his night’s thought. In the little world, lingering his heart, his place is as high as hectors in this great desert; only he wander, and she sit still; he conquer, and he endure; he work and wonder, you watch and wait; he look up and we dazzled, look down and we darkened, look round and we puzzled, whilst his eyes never turn from looking out – out of the world – to the lost region – the home from which he have strayed. She n him, strangers in a strange world, to the race of men, are no stranger to one another: have he not been conscious of her and of this place since he was born? (too much…?) Love is madman’s dream: this was his reality. These jinx steps lamps of hers he hath seen from afar her inner soul. Signaling great secrets to some eternal sentinel below, whose post, she never could find. And here at last is their sentinel – an image of the constant and immortal part of his life, silent, full of thoughts, alone in the silver desert, sphinx, sphinx: he hath climbed mountains at night to hear in the distance the stealthy indelible footfall of the winds that chase our sands in forbidden play. o ma, laughing in whispers. His way hither is the way to destiny; for he, a genius, is the symbol of almighty nature: part brute, part rascal, part authenticate, part behemoth, part god – nothing of nature in me (don’t read “not at al”). have she read his riddle, sphinx ?

She tries to find it out thus:

She follows him,
silence sounding louder
as they steal across the desert.
The moonlight wanes:
the horizon again went black
broken
by the cajole silhouette
of the sphinx.
She wants him
She cares for him
She needs him in despair
She surges out of phoenix
She counts the tabs
She counts the heartbeats
She remembers the hill
They climbed together
She remembers the moments
They cherished together.
But
The sky itself vanishes
in darkenss,
no relief until the gleam
distant torch falls
great pillars of
antoinettes-temple of love
supporting the roof
of a majestic relationship.
She shouts in commotion:
I need ur reassurance,
I need ur sensuality,
I need ur regularity,
I need ur d same casualness,
I need ur same stimulation,
I need ur same warmth,
thru out d life,
I need ur mortality,
I need u in totality.
I need u in my vision,
I need u in my voice,
I need u in my breath,
I need u in my care,
I need u in my soul.

P.S. inspired frm Ceaser n Cleopatra by Bernard Shaw.