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We're Gods

Am I beautiful? She amusedly asked

He couldn`t resist, and blasted like a laughter machine gun

She wrapped him around, and punched him, in banter

Come on, tell me, she persisted

No, you are not, what are you going to do about it?,  he said with a stark blank face, as if a kid dropped an ice-cream, and no one is there to hear him cry, and momentarily he embraces in clamor  

I feel beautiful, she adamantly said, when I am with you

"You- Am I a source of grace, to magnify and paint someone beautiful, even if there are weak, ugly and soiled from interior?

She heard him, with a dopey eyes, and rested self in the asymmetrical dimension of her own confusion and confidence

As she lifts her soul, she felt like giving away, an alliance with gravity, to soar up high.

She whispered, her words flutter from her saucy red lips, as she dropped her cloths, as he fix his eyes on her taut breasts

Her words, elixir soaked, wafts like a waterdrop could on a barren hot land, and the evanescence lost,

Guest itself into his pious souls and interlocks

I am the womb, I am the source of life, I am the beauty, I am the ugliness, I am the finite and infinite

We are gods! Narcissus replied

Droplet

In the vast expanse, I reel myself every inch, I way my out through daily proclivities, the basked up sun and the pale moon, billowing, as cold winds plays and touch it`s face , and underneath we weave our tales, and serenades, struggling and trying to live someone`s else life. Dramatized and agonized, wish I could escape, but my feet, slovenly passes each day through pandemonium, beat up dead, all joy and desires charred. I brazenly flout, but I could hem  my existence, so vividly requisite, as I am a drop taken out of an ocean, so solitary, and forced to gaze the water ripples ,being born and breath its last, listlessly. I am out, still I   somehow feels the tentacles chained to me, you hurt me more, still I know I created you inside my head, in my brain`s foggiest ,I could faintly see you, slowly dying as a nebulous cloud of sand dust, in a faraway galaxy, from thousand years old, or maybe more.

A crisis of love, and a gawky touch. Oh!!Now  I could breathe alone, in this fracture world. Still, your reminisce; keep me warm in this world so cold, unreservedly.  But I have to live such kind of life, with or without you.

~ Passing thoughts, Roop K.Nath

Ode to you!!!

Venue- Sai Palace, Mira road,Mumbai

Date- 9th Jan,2017