Saturday, May 16, 2015

Twisted Love

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I watch her lie on the bed; her black hair on the pillows like spilled ink. The smoothness of her belly, the curve of her hips, the exquisite beauty of her body. She was one who opened up her body for me, but never her soul. Not giving me the one thing that I craved the most from her. 

I watch her silently, as she smiles in her sleep. I'm filled with a pang. I have no way of knowing if it is me that she's dreaming about. No doubt, the question would be brushed aside by her, among the many unanswered ones in my life.

I step outside onto my balcony; the morning dew kissing my naked feet and watch a world that's still asleep. One that will soon stir awake and it would be a rat race all over again. But for now, it is just me and my thoughts. Thoughts that are filled with memories and longings. Of things that were and that will never be. 

My mind rushes back in time to bring me another memory. Of another woman. One who had given me her body and soul. She was my muse, the reason behind all that I created. I had taken from her, for my art and soul. Maybe it was my selfishness or maybe it was that she got tired of waiting around, of being placed second always. And she had left, not leaving a trace. 

I walk back inside, pick up my shirt that lies draped on the back of her chair. Not waking her, I walk out from her life. I pause near the doorway as an afterthought. A second glance. Something in me awakens. I walk out from her life and set out home, for my first love. My passion. The one thing I was born to do. To create beautiful art. 

18 comments:

  1. Cool, yeah, that is the word that comes to my mind. Truly poetic and touched the empathy chords in heart. Well written, Aathira. Good one. Short and sweet, it was almost like a poem in prose.
    God bless you, Aathira, God bless you.

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    1. Thanks so much for your kind words! I'm humbled.

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  2. Manoharam. This word sums all.

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  3. That was a lovely read indeed!

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  4. This is a beauty ... loved the conflicting emotions :-)

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  5. This is some super stuff.. And there is nothing like first love.

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  6. Such contradicting and conflicting feelings portrayed beautifully!

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    1. Thanks so much, K :) Good to see you back!

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  7. Artists are selfish. And yet they do not crave happiness for themselves. It is always for their art.

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    1. And that's what makes them so fascinating, right?

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  8. Your words are like magic Aathira :) I always enjoy reading your posts :)

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  9. I love the way the story turns..beautiful :)

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  10. We miss what we lost ..ignorant then of its value..Very nice

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  11. We miss what we lost ..ignorant then of its value..Very nice

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