A story.

For a moment our eyes met
and a million questions arose
behind a veil, a story peeked, waited to be told
so many faces, so many stories, so many worlds
all colliding with each other
for moments to unfold.

Every moment that collided, intersected and intertwined,
drew a venn diagram of life ; an intersection of
separate lives lived intensely and infinitely as one
only to have to go on living
in separate worlds.

And our story
had no beginning and so no end
just for a moment had our eyes met
and so for now, my story and yours too, separate yet intertwined,
will have to wait to unfold.

Molten sun...

A.

Moments...

I gather them, steal them, hide them, live them....

Shivery moments shimmying up the spine, at once sensuous and shy; moments of little tragedies and big loves, zealously collected and guarded and stored deep within the heated beats of the heart.

A gathering of thoughts, wrapped like a warm rug around the mind, ready to plunge, deep into the velvety tombs of inky worn books. Tucking moments in, of soft laughter tinkling down the corners of forgotten little lanes and bells tolling a solitary ringing amidst spires silhouetted against a mauve sky.

Moments, of sudden smiles tugging down corners of lips, in the middle of nowhere, like sudden sunbursts between greyly woven raggedy skies.

Sometimes cupping teary moments, in shiny little oysters, hiding them away; sometimes flinging doors open lusting and letting them in, in great gusty breaths.

Oh ! so many moments ! Wearing a string of glowing, poignantly pearly moments, I secretly dance the dance of life, hidden away from prying eyes, always seeking anew, a few....

Moments.

A..flame...

A.

Haze..

Silvery slivers and silent silhouettes
days blurring into a smoky haze
gazing at distant shapes
crushed cigarette butts
smouldering spiralling
downwards in a daze
ashy thrashy tips
of left-over lovers
and a cappucino
in bed.

Rambling : Neither here nor there !!

I've never been one for making resolutions or rather I am making them all the time !! Now whats that supposed to mean ?? I am not making sense to myself. Sigh. Thats what happens when one's growing old. But hang on, thats NOT quite true, its ''people'' who make you think you are old,perceptions, perceptions !! This is how you should behave, this is what you should say, this is what you shouldn't say blah, blah, blah. I mean when are we [the very Rrrroyal 'we' in case you haven't noticed] going to EVER have the freedom to do exactly what we want, when we want and to hell with expectations. Hrrrrumph. I feel worse than a child sometimes. In a strange sort of way, my life seems to be going inversely with regards growth. An adult in full bloom when a child and now totally childish [[or should I say child-like ? sounds infinitely better, eh ?]] being an 'Adult' [whatever THAT means]!!

But, but, but. Can't shake off this feeling of great urgency that has gripped me since the advent of the new year, as if, lifes passing me by and I haven't managed to DO a thing, that dreams might remain just those. Dreams. Having spent the better part of life keeping it on hold, so that significant others can get on with their lives.its become so imperative now to take a quantum leap. I guess I panicked when I realised that even when I post, I seem to be relying more and more on memories than on the present.That won't do. That just won't do. A moment of reckoning. I got to DO things. Move it grrrl, shake that fat ass, is the motto. Grab those dreams by their scruff and rattle them until they become real. Turn thoughts into birds and fly high..higher and higher....the sky's really blue. Not really. Not here in London at any rate, ahhh, but I CAN laugh about it can't I ?? !!

Pools of love..

A.

This is posted in keeping with Blogger Idol's theme of..'' Love..''..click on title for link.







To bloom...

A.

The waiting....

A.