i've felt the numerous unspoken dreams in those eyes
i've seen the yearning behind the confident facade
is there a name for this?
isnt it enough that i felt it
it is after all just a feeling
to be felt in your soul......
fingers busy , trying to fit the key into the lock
the mind an absolute blank and yet this deep rooted urgency to record
each frame as it had happened or even while it was happening
for all the times to come
she knew without a doubt that today would be the scale against which all first meetings
would forever be measured against
biting that lower lip furiously
she still couldn't wipe the grin off her face
grinning not smiling
grinning like idiots was how they had sat in the car
talking about mundane things like beggars and price of gas
there hadn't been any need to say...shake hands ...introduce oneself or smile that first polite smile
an instant easy camaraderie riding high on under currents
while they talked, traversed the traffic
her sub conscious stretched herself out into a diva pose hissing in her ears
stop staring at your feet dork....look up....see his eyes resting on your hand...deliberating on the right moment to hold it and lighting a cigarette instead
he took her hand the minute they entered through the gate and started walking towards the ruins....unapologetic ..whence...of their own accord his fingers entwined hers , unapologetic in the way his eyes traveled slowly starting somewhere near her ear lobe and moved down towards the point where the neck meets the shoulder....and when she paused to take a picture...unapologetic...in the way...he tucked that lone strand of hair behind her ear .
he noticed all of her and she pretended not to notice
and maybe it was this...this very quality...in him...in the atmosphere...that put her at ease . None of it felt wrong.
softly like footsteps fading away
if every stirring was analyzed
reason behind that warm rush of joy
on hearing that treasured laugh
or a slow smile
a moment shared
isn't it enough that we felt it..
all this while...the conversation
the carefree kinds
flowed and filled up the cracks in the cobble stoned path they walked upon
and when he took a side turning , what was it she had said ?........
" why are we taking the longer route ? the main entrance is in front ! "
He had looked at her indulgently and said...." its called delaying gratification "
" and thats called an innuendo ".....she had replied
he had thrown his head back and laughed...impulsively lifting their still entwined fingers and placing a kiss on the back of her hand
she'd read a phrase once----" a parade of soft first kisses trailing behind us , the sort of little bread crumbs , that i sure as hell hope, Gretel grew up to enjoy... " Now she knew , what it meant....
Then there was the moment , when trying to cross the road , she had grabbed his arm...a little above the elbow and later marveled at how natural and simple it had felt ...as if she had repeated this same actions millions of times before...that feeling of deja vu
turning the key that finally fitted , she unlocked the door
and walked inside
knowing fully well
about the futility of dwelling on them
little gusts of wind that comes...lifts your hair a bit and lets you breathe......
reminding you little details about yourself , which sometimes
in this business of daily living
like my secret box of memories , taken out now and then....
as i sit all alone looking out of my window ,
and feel again
the pleasure of undefined moments
that speaks a thousand words
yes..... its enough that we've felt it
because, some things in life are simply to be felt
A very interesting exercise at dverse this time....giving rein to your imagination , and weaving poetry and prose together....irresistible to me .....!