What exactly is amiss.

City lights don't consume the fireflies. A sky dotted with stars appears to end in the horizon, miles away from here. The endless night seems to be ours entirely.

Mornings. Circles of smoke rise from our mouths, peacefully. We watch them merge and diverge. Play little games, between themselves. And form shadows on our naked thighs. Even smoke isn't see through. We gape at its translucence. And then, at each other. Our immaculately complicated opaque selves.

We aren't see through either. You've no idea what I am. And vice versa. Yet, we are here. Now. Our endless nights and translucent mornings.

This must be love. Because all I want ever, is to do apart what's real from that all encompassing illusion. And in that chaos, this love feels real, despite its many tempting tendencies to merge with a parallel dream. It feels rock-solid.

6 comments:

Ankur said...

"... despite its many tempting tendencies to merge with a parallel dream."
I thought I was getting the hang of the post, but then this line appears and now I am not sure what to make out of it !

Krish said...

What exactly is amiss?

Krish said...

Its a question wildflower, I am curious about the answer although its up to your discretion..

wildflower said...

Every word of this post, this dreamy shit written about is amiss. The Love is amiss baby.

Krish said...

At 21, I thought I knew everything there is to know about love. 8 years hence I have been proved wrong of every notion. All that is left is the faint, yet soothing thought, that sometimes love is not very different from those lost moments where everything is hazy..probably that is all we can manage in true love, a few lost moments..nevertheless beautifully written...as always.

wildflower said...

Realizing that something might have been a close approximation of love, in afterthought. That must be magical.