Provocative...

He looks her way yet again,

And feels a rage so strong

He knows he needs to be calm,

Or he'll end up doing something wrong

She watches him silently as she dances,

In the arms of yet another man

She feels a satisfaction and smiles,

As she thinks about her plan

As music fills the entire room,

He orders another drink on a whim

That's what he needs right now,

To numb the burning feeling inside him

As she steps out of the circle,

Of the strangers surrounding her

She heads for his table,

As his drink, he continues to stir

His eyes hold hers,

As she walks towards him

He finds her beauty breathtaking

And around him, the lights seem to dim

Her cold lips touch his,

And douse the fire that she had lighted

She alone knows that to quench his ardor

Fire and ice had to be united 

Taking perfect provocative strides,

She moves away from him again

In search for a new toy to amuse her,

For sometime, her attention who'd gain

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Okay, so I tried something different here...I don't know if you all can visualize it, but I could see a man sitting at the bar, jealousy raging inside him as he watches the girl he loves, toy around with strangers...Well , the reason I'm giving is that she's punishing him for something, like a fight or for lack of attention, or maybe, she's just a tease :D You're welcome to add your own reasons  :)) 

I totally got inspired by a friend's recent blog post which I loved -"Fire and Ice", which you'll find at- http://www.i-me-mysolitude.blogspot.in/2012/01/fire-and-ice-55fiction-1.html, and I interpreted it in my own way...Hope she forgives me if I messed it up ;)

Anyway, hope you all liked it...and for anyone who thought there'd be a revelation of the mysterious identities of the man and the woman in the end, all I can say is -tough luck! :p

Good night guys :)

Unrequited Love

From where he sits,

He sees all of what's around 

But the one his eyes search for,

Is no where to be found

Desperate for her company,

He roams here and there

He wonders whether its his fate,

And loneliness, he'd ever have to bear

Sad eyes will for her to appear,

A painful cry from the depth of his being

Penetrates the silent world and darkening sky,

Which with him, seem to be agreeing

I watch him from afar,

Yet I sense something is amiss

There is something about him, 

That speaks of pain, and makes me reminisce

There's hurt in his voice and yet,

As he waits, a hope inside him stays

And that, I know comes from one thing alone

An unrequited love, for someone to fill your days

And I see that lonely bird again, 

On the cold wall, as he sings a song

A song of heartache, of a love lost 

A song for the one, for whom he'll always long

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The idea for this post came to me today, as I sat in class in college and looked outside the door (as I was totally bored! :D) and saw a bird sitting all alone on a far-away wall, and moving here and there as if it was looking for someone...I'd seen it there before too once, and as I was already thinking about un-returned love because of my Dad's latest post ;), something just clicked :) 

So here it is...hope you all liked it...I'm so glad it finally broke(?) my writer's block, which has been irritating the hell out of me! :@ :/

Feels great to write...nice to know where I really belong and what I really want to do :)

Good night guys...hope I'll be back soon :p :)

Intimate Moments Spent With Her

                                              

He saw her after a lifetime,

She stood in a corner, calm and still

Thoughts of her, had kept him alive

Dreams of her, had given him a thrill

So many days, he'd spent without her

Her voice, he had craved to hear,

And when he conjured her up in his dreams

All his worries, would always disappear

He sat down in front of her now,

And wished to hear a melody so sweet

Something only he could understand,

Something that would make him complete

The desperation in his eyes,

The impatience that gnawed at him

Told him he could wait no longer

As a longing to touch her, coursed through each limb

His eyes closed, and his body relaxed

In front of him, his fingers splayed out

He touched none of her keys

But still, music he heard without a doubt

Because the music only he could hear,

Had become a part of his soul

From the day, he had first touched her

In this life, for him, there was only one role

He'd be the finest pianist there ever was,

His lover would be his piano

And as he got lost again in the music that he made,

It was still just an illusion, that he'd never know

I saw the movie, 'The Pianist' just yesterday and it was so moving, so beautiful that I just got lost in so many beautiful moments...There was one particular moment in the movie that inspired this post in which this man (Wladyslaw Szpilman) who has been a pianist for as long as he can remember, and has been thrown away from his home, separated from his family and has been treated like dirt and tortured like the rest of the Jews in Germany at that time, escapes, and is helped by some really good German people to go into hiding. He's hiding in this apartment which has a piano placed in the corner and the expression on his face as he watches it Oh God! Such joy, sadness, hope, desperation...and he sits in the stool in front of it and closes his eyes and stretches out his hands in front of him and plays...and you hear the most beautiful music ever...The thing is, he actually doesn't play at all, not even one key is touched...He can't even make the slightest bit of sound as all around him, the rooms are occupied by Germans and he can let no one know of his existence or else he'll be captured again...so he just moves his fingers in mid-air and still, he hears music... It was just so sad and so intimate and so very beautiful that I thought I'd write about it...I don't think I could justify that moment through this post but I just had to try...

And my mind's all muddled up and I was finding it really hard to write but again, I was craving to do it, so I shoved all my copies into my bag, left all the studying I was doing (which wasn't much :p) just like that and started to write....Hope you all liked it :) 

Please keep in mind that I had to write this post with the annoying voice of my roommate in the background the whole time!  :@ I really miss home :(

:D

Good Night guys :)