The wild side of logic and the pure side of madness.
This fiction is an another one from my drafts, written about 12-13 years back. Sharing it in February felt like the most apt thing to do.
For your every breath, there was a life for me.
For your every smile, there was a world for me.
Your eyes gleamed to reveal the beauty of this universe.
Your eyes fluttered to spark off a special message, the beauty of our universe.
A rainy day. We two cuddled together. Rain spattering on the roof. Dark skies. It’s lightening. We two are unperturbed. Nothing matters to us. We are lost in our own world. A world that is at its most intimate self. A world that is going to be a cherished memory. It’s cold, and we’re breathing hot. It’s wet, and we are soaked, in our own passion. The night is ripe. The love between us is ripe. We are consumed by love. Wasted. Consumed. Wasted. We are heading towards neverland. We are discovering our own world. Paradise. Neverland. Paradise. Amazing that we two don’t seem to care about the world. About the thatched roof that’s leaking. A storm that’s brewing. A noise that’s preceding our whispers. We both are furious. We are raging. We are barbaric. The love is not innocent anymore. It has transcended the barriers of innocence. The pent up desires direct the mind. The heart is a slave. To the mind. The mind is hearing the heartbeats, loud, thumping. Heart is where the mind is. Mind is where the heart is. So is our union. We are the mind and the heart. We are the logic and madness. The wild side of logic, and pure side of madness. And we cross the threshold. Of unison. Togetherness. Oneness. We smell the same. We taste the same. We feel the same. We are not two beings anymore. We’re one. We’re the same. We merge our passions and bask in our own ecstasy. The biggest happiness, of oneness. The skies have turned reddish purple. The rain is reduced to a mere sonata. The leaking roof reveals a glimpse of twilight. We are cuddled together. Two bodies entwined into one. Content. Satiated. With the outside world. With the inner world. No more prayers. No more grievances. No more hopes. We are one, finally. The world is the best place to live.