"Charas Memoirs"

It really happened.

Act 1
'Kinetic Motion'

My palm touched her hands,
And I vividly noticed the sharp eyes.
"What a move" - my numbed feet began to crumble.

As the journey began, my fingertips
betrayed me, felt nothing.
Rushes of smoke made me scream "aqua".

Act 2
"Heart Beam"

She was missing me already, knowing not,
that I was drenched in her drunk eyes.
She smelt of crimson petals, & often
could be seen with black pair of wings.

Falling into abyss, I slept.
Resting my head on her knees.
Caressing my desires softly.

HALLUCINATION BEGINS.

As my skin touched her breathing body,
I felt closely the godly mechanism,
magnificent & full of espionage.

I swam in her blue depths,
rolling my tongue to taste the intensity,
the freshness on her naked back.

I dragged myself to her neck,
scared, confused, nervous.
And yet her fragrance,
made me bite her locks.

With sudden turn, she looked at me,
"Do you Love me" - She said,
with hair all spread around her.

Lips made me go Vertigo,
beautifying the necklace,
with a hand on her chest.

Words hanging on my lips,
fell on her breast, unheard.
Though ; She moved closer and closer and closer.

She smelt of Vodka now.

HALLUCINATION ENDS.

Act 3
"Rain"

I Woke up, with more words,
ready to fall from my lips.
And as they fell, it felt like raindrops.

I walked out the room,
stood under the rain, felt it, kissed it, cherished it.
And wished - All that was true.

Reviews

[Lilly Negoi]

i agree with Emily - it's breathtaking!

[Emily B]

rarely do I read such passion

wonderfully written

[...]

. halle-friekin'-lujah! ... i'm glad that my charas memoirs didn't see the light of day ... they're such a hash ... lol ... :D ... seriously though ... what you have here is a spiritual journey ... where you cut sections of time ... very neatly and skillfully ... precision being your middle name ... and you let each moment linger ... this is intensely detailed ... and very, very trippy ... :) ...

un aadhe-adhoore sapnon mein
ek sapna mera bhi tha
aadhaa tha, adhoora thaa
par vo mera apnaa thaa

. aapki ummeed kabhi zaaya na ho ... and emms is right ... purple it is ...

[emmah]

ah - this swims and drowns and sails and spins in a purple haze (yeah - that's the right color of haze - i agree with the JH) - it spirals - in a deliberate spiral - it sinks - in an inexplicable weight - and then rises like the smoke and gets perched on the roof - what a memoir - what a memoir this is!! and it really happened!!! damn that smell of vodka!