for music boy

My head was swirling

(and the s thing what do you call it),

the soul was escaping my feet in tiny blue rivulets,

electric blue rivulets,

it wasn't the drink this time,not the drink he brought me,

it weren't my books either

and K.T and rest of my ghosts had all swooned

but something escaped my feet,

might be the dancing floor

in fouette pirouette,

the dancing floor dancing madly

like the twelve dancing princesses.

It was celestial,

huge,the nothingness that ate my head

and the booze,never forget it,

i felt happy,terribly happy,

so much happy that i wanted to die,

i wanted to die real hard.

You appeared out of the mist

and the mind trees

like she said

''the trees in mind are always black''

(or was it blue,i dont remember)

but i do remember how you materialised

out of fog like always, to save me.

I felt tight,warm and contented

clasped to the leather seat ,

the interior of your car smelling of you,

safe and homely.

We saw the bone-white baldness of the moon

peeping in through the windshield,

i even stuck my tongue out to the sheep

grazing in cold.

In the morning,

you buttered my toast the same way as daddy used to do.

Rehan came to take me back home,

On our way back

we fought over you like we always do

and as always,i ended up yelling

''We are just friends''.

Following night,

my hips were again gyrating

to the rhythm of the brass thumping,

under the strobe lights,

me wondering whether you'll be my savior again.

One of these days

you aren't going to come

that day everything will become easier. 

Author's Note

i basically wrote it for another site that i joined while WC was down but God,it bored me to death... i'm addicted to you,guys.

Reviews

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. ah, i like reading about rescue operations ... this was quite something ... oh, how we wait ... to be rescued ... or not ... and how we're so sure ... that the more bitter we are ... the better it is ... for our resilience ... a brilliant piece of writing, sahar ...

[Jibey]

Full of sights and sounds... I loved the vibrant energy and sense of exposure... looking right into the scene and even sensing the smell and touch of the leather... mmm... the leather...

[Ed Hart]

the thing that bothers me most is that you seem to wright like this without effort...that bothers me, makes me jealous, makes me want to spank

[Robin]

its not just that how you open your heart but how you open your mind in your words . and such perfect little details like this ' i even stuck my tongue out to the sheep '

[Narnie]

The thump thump of the music goes through this well... some of the words you have used accentuate her confusion. Yep, saviours catch you but then, I suppose, you never actually learn how to fly.

[Emily B]

oh, Sahar, oh . . . I keep thinking everything will become easier, one of these days it really will