Archive for October, 2008

29
Oct

a suitable moment

   Posted by: rads    in fable

SuitableMoment

I dream of a suitable moment.

Of waking up in the crook of your arm, covered only with the scents of the night. To feel the heat simmered down to a warmth in your breath, my feet playing footsie with yours.

I dream of the strong smell of coffee wafting through the door, of the sip that turns to a kiss intoxicating and addicting. The rustle of the paper as we read, the comics, the editorial and do the crossword. Together. To laugh together, to look into each other’s eyes while we argue and debate. To end it all with a twist of the wrist, with a petulant pout giving birth to a sigh.

I dream of a suitable moment, when we can hand wrestle over the coffee table, over strewn books, coffee mugs and pens. Of looking into your eyes and reading the chapters as you struggle in vain to bring me down. Of succumbing to you just so I could be closer and in your hug again.

I dream of walking barefoot in the sand, of picking up shells broken and complete, of holding onto your hand lest the waves take me away. Of feeling the breeze in my curls across my face, and darting through the ringlets wrapped around your fingers.

I dream of writing to you. To place the notes between your waffles, in your wallet, rolled and stuck into the ignition, between the keys of your keyboard. Of seeing your eyes light up in surprise as you read them, the chuckles that follow, and the ones laced with fondness too. Of reading to you my favorite passages, and feel your intent wash over me. Of laying down alongside of you on a bed of words, full of meaning between and within.

I dream of cooking for you. With you on my side, tasting the hotness around me. The spice that matches the heat, the tongue playing a multitude of tunes. Of you to hold my waist, to nuzzle my neck as I measure the salt and the sugar.

I dream of holding you from behind as you lather your chin in the mornings. To finger scribble my name on your back, to climb onto the counter, and to nibble at that hollow of your neck. For you to remind me of the time and hurry me out, to promise me of more nibbles later in the day.

I dream of butterflies in your touch, of embers in your naked gaze, of love in your smile. Of the strength in your arms as you lift me, of the strong embrace as I cry, of the helplessness as I drag myself away.

For now,

I dream of a suitable moment when you will want to sit next to me. Of your undivided attention, of the depth of your want, of the strength of your desire. Of you breaking free your chains, of you being free to be you.

All I dream of is a suitable moment.

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23
Oct

tag 16 – quirky

   Posted by: rads    in tag

Dinesh tagged me to write 6 quirky things about me and here we go:

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Q U I R K Y – Characterized by peculiarity of action, behavior, or personality; mannerism.

Q – Quixotic: Remember Don Quixote? The word quixotic derived from this character is to describe an individual who is an impractical idealist bent on fixing things and performing random acts of chivalry. I feel like Quixote, old and clownish aiming for things far removed from reality.

U – Ubiquitous, that’s me. Trying to do a million things at one time, wanting and stressing me and everyone around me to be everywhere, wishing cloning was legal and available and wanting to pack everything in quick, coz one never knows what’s gonna happen next.

I – Irony. There is a distinct incongruity between what one may expect and what actually occurs. I smile frozen on my face, at the role it occupies alongside of me.

R - Raconteur: I am a storyteller. The stories not necessarily would make sense, or have a vividness to them, at the beginning or end, but I am a rambling raconteur. I know that much.

K – Knucklehead: That I am when sarcasm is used. I don’t get it. That’s how the world is around me. Hence am a knucklehead for all practical living purposes.

Y - Yearn. I believe it will be the bane of me. If there is a God, he better start putting together a bunch of plan B’s, coz I sure could use a few.

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This time, I’d like to tag all those sweet boy-men who have been judiciously supporting me through the posts, as I run a marathon of 31 days. As a reward and a token of appreciation I tag you with this. I know what you thinking “If this is an appreciation, can’t imagine a rebuke”, but no, I truly mean it. Your everyday presence at the blog commenting and otherwise has goaded me on to stick to something I would have normally given up awhile ago. Of course for the sakes of tagging am choosing the boys, but there are the rest who shall all get their ‘appreciations’ in due time, and not necessarily n the form of a tag. :-)

Max, Stitha, Pavan, Baphomet, Gradwolf and Praveen. Could you please do it guys? It isn’t too bad. Lots of room for humor, fantasy and even some heavy duty serious stuff.

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14
Oct

I refuse

   Posted by: rads    in fable

..to be boxed.

Oh, you are brown
let’s place you here
with the browns.

The corner
works great for your long legs
Can stretch yourself
along with daddy long legs.

You sing?
Beautiful.
Just the perfect little level
A fine part of the chorus you’d make.

It’s convenient
Am sure.
To stay the beaten path.
To not make the effort.
To pay attention to me.

A protest
A scream
Invisible and silent
Hidden behind a window
Serving little purpose.

I am me.
I will always be.

What is that you say?

Weird?
I prefer Unique.
Strange?
I still prefer Unique.

I refuse
To be boxed.
I can stay alone
I can’t be made a clone
I could remain unknown
I refuse
To be boxed.

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