Dedication: Mota, My innocent Vampire, Shona.
Part-15
EHSAAS TOH!
By-Zoya
"That's interesting, when its a story. Really life ain't adorable. Lust is about skin only these days' a reporter threw a remark. 'Haha! Well its about trust on something, few can climb mountains & few can't, even stairs; few writes imaginations so beautifully that they decorate a reader's soul & few copy down sensex, dollar rates this truthfully that it ruins a businessman's morning; few believes stars make wish come true & weep their nights in dark music & few calls that sky beauty- a comet. May I know, who are we to decide what's wrong & what's right? It simply is, natural... Trusting too, is. The one who has the guts, to do, gets", the single answer by the writer, shut the reporter's mouth. After an applauding session, the narration continued...............
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Bading a bye to the orphanage souls, he made his lady, sit comfortably on the front seat. Like a time machine travel, their first trip with each-other was glinting in the form of smile in her eyes. She was quite hopeful, excited but most of all, was soothed up... not for the thing that she was out, she was free, she was going to enjoy, its her birthday, nothing but the fact it was "HIM" who was alive, just for her. Today, she is honoured to claim her man's heartbeats & breathes. What can be a better gift, then being a lover?" She thought. In no time, cold breezes around, caressed her cheeks, ' Hills' ,a wide smile appeared on her lips. 'Yes, the place of echoes, Heard by skies!' He smiled. He, applied brakes, putting the car to a halt. Pulling the car's door, he offered his lady, his palm. She handed with a strong belief & whispered to herself,' Run away... together'. He pressed the palm softly, ' Together'.
In no time, she found herself swirling in the flower valley, " It's so beautiful, Sexy guy", she completed a circle, then second, third & he kept the count.... " aaaa chakkar aara", she swirled a weaker, with the same wide smile & he, enjoyed the site where the flares of her dress were flying & sinking along her tender body. Her hair were giving him the chance to play a micro hide-n-seek with her shy eyes & dreamy smile. Seeing her almost coming to a situtation to fall, he ran upto her & she bumped on his chest with her intoxicating eyes, "My part, my sky! Yes!' She tried to capture the sky in a trembling glance. For him, his sky was dancing in her eyes.
I don't know why loving is such a pure business, where
a moment takes
to sink & rise,
calm & scream,
drink & gulp.......
But the best I admire of all is-
Feel & fly!
....................he kissed her eyes one by one & stroked her hair.
At the touch of his fingers combing her hair, she didn't deny the simplest of the pleasure & ran her nails softly on his cheek. The big fat flower crowning her head fell off & she noticed as it grabbed attention,
"it's dead now, it's wilted!!
Beauty doesn't stay forever,
What if this love thing too,
I am not............beautiful, Randhir"
She took up the rose.
He grabbed rose in his hold, pinched a petal out of it," Smell it!', he said. She smelt a deep," fragrant!', on hearing that, he crushed the petal in a coarse powder," smell now", & she smelt again," fragrant" she frowned. I showed you beauty in two ways, in the decorated form, the world sees it, in the injured, vulnerable form, as the Creator sees it. My Smarty, Fragrance remains. I love your fragrance, do you trust it.
When you become the protagonist of my poems,
Without any hardwork,
All you need is to smile,
All you need is to lower your big lashes,
All you need is to decorate your face, with ish-cim,
All you need is to talk to your star 'mumma',
All you need is to dirt up your fingers with the ugliest mixing manners & feed me,
All you need is to be tickled,
All you need is to wear my T-shirts,
All you need is to sing & stroke my hair,
All you need is to lust me & be lusted in return, in the amateur aanso counts of yours,
All you need is to think a cheek kiss as 'sex'
All you need is to make hair pins,
All you need is to love me,
& I will love you,
Did I tell you, skin was not even in single of my sentences,
So; tell me? If beauty is outside?
Because my love,
Fragrance is inside.
On Hearing his thoughts, her nails reached upto his cheek again, grabbing a touch with a light thumb caress," All you need is make me FEEL, like no else does or can, that......that...... EHSAAS!'.. her lips slightly touched the corner of his', when he declared a delicate
"I Love you", in her ear. She, knew it, he knew too but it was just the moment, they knew this too.
'Lets stay, just stay! I know its an occasion to be celebrated with cakes, candles & shouts. But I want to be with you, to that part of sky for the air that's breathing in me, right now to have an opportunity of just YOU!', she murmured kissing his eyes & leaving them delicately, she ran to the huge valley to enjoy her moments of love. He remained there, just to see.
' Do you know, Loving & Soulmate thing, is for two. But you, need to love you first. Today, you are doing that. You are swirling with your free soul, without thinking there ever existed a word baggage, to you. You are absorbing- lilies, daisies, dandelions, roses, daffodils & YOURSELF today, you have learnt the meaning of fragrance. You are jumping, falling & gathering the part of your sky in your arms, unknown of the fact, sky itself is a part of your inner Universe. Today, you need not seek me, for adoring your innocence, its what that is in your open palms flabbergasting the flowers, that there exists a human in you, who is more tender, more innocent & more fragrant. Loving yourself is what you learnt today", he smiled seeing his lady dancing in the arms of nature.
Sky welcomed stars. Lying next to each-other hand in hand, they felt, the fact, how a run of their pulse can be so precious for souls, which keep them alive.
'Sexy guy, cheek kisses are not sex right?' She uttered out of nowhere & he giggled, " no, it leads to pregnancies actually"
"Oh! I want a baby girl, for the best father. I want to adore my daughterhood in her, so may I kiss again. I want to wrap your baby in my arms soon" she, smiled giving a dreamy answer intentionally. While he turned to her with an unexpressable smile,
" I will bring my princess stary hairpins" that was the best answer he managed at that moment. She burst into tears & he hid her in his warmth. For long, it continued. For long, the moments were beautifully drenched in tears.
"What words can't express, these tiny drops can"
He pampered her like a baby. Grabbing her fingers, he began noticing, " My fingers are fat & sturdy kinds. But she will have fingers like yours Smarty, that's final.. pink pink, soft soft!!'.. he was busy murmuring future to her. She was busy hearing. There was nothing like diamonds around, although stars gathered themselves for adoring the site. "& .& ...&.. hair too, long-long like yours, mine are so harsh & your little lips,... a bit pink, a bit peach, wait... red too is there in the corners... & your cheeks Smarty, dil karta abhi kheech ke kichy kardu...aisi hi honi chahiye uski bhi.. choft-choft (soft)." He continued, when she shut his lips with her finger... " I want her to have a chotu sa dil, like yours Sexy guy.... hahaha agar baby boy hua toh uske piche ladkiyo ki line lag jayegi" she giggled & exchanging a naughty gaze at each-other, they burst out into peals of laughter.
"Hayee pyar ho gya aapko merese?" She kissed his forhead.
"Hayee aapko bhi?" He kissed her cheek.
He grabbed her fingers again in his', "dekho star!" He pointed to the sky, her gaze shifted when her finger sensed something, " Will you marry me?" He matched her eyes, "its stupid, as ring is already in your finger and am asking, but still, aap shadi karoge merese?" She smiled the calmest one," Aaaaa... aap na pagal ho, but aap cooking mere saath kroge" & without giving him a moment to say, she clasped her lips with his', a delicate caress followed a deep smooche, without the fear of seperation.
"Her lips touched mine, for the first time,
She was delicate, tender, ethereal but sharp. She snatched the moisture & breathe belonged to her, as she knew, its her who is left in me only..... so she had more of"
To be continued. .....
Zoya gyan- love teaches you to breathe your identity in them. That's the purest kind of love, which owns the guts to leave you free, in a wanderlust of yourself, still in them.
A/N: am sorry for a late update, had health issues.
