Have you ever wonder about how the sky mixes different tints and shades without following any rule of the color palette but still that alluring portrait is worth for even 10 seconds to make my eyes attract and shimmer. I run quickly as the rays of this indestructible variegated tinge miniature reaches the optic nerves of mine with a polaroid in my hand. Strange, this picture is right away every day in front of my dark brown eyes, but I always notice a faint contrast every time it appears in the same canvas through my window. Sometimes it is mellow, sometimes it gives me a strange solace or sometimes just reminds me of myself in the sun, glowing with a tinch of peach & pink which is the reflection of the pastel roses I received. Affection of love is like a dew droplet on grass at 4:00 am which makes that dry grass shine like a diamond with its presence.
On one twilight eve, sitting in a countryside coffee shop where I had many old generations around. Everyone enjoying every sip of their beverage along with the songs of 80s in the scene. And there was me, having a fresh roast shot with a journal to scribble out the portrait of my vitality that everyone who knew me said, such a romantic piece it is! Kind of an irony to this 20-year-old body who never felt the famous butterflies struck in the stomach, and heard no guitar notes in the backdrop. But yes, I smelled the rainy soil and the chills like the clouds are near. Every morning I could hear the chirps of birds saying me to be still and say yes to that extravagant warmth. But that warmth gets deeper and deeper after I feel every breath of that soul in my earhole. My only recognition for this mystic love is to get chills and warm solace at once but is so much true that I can feel the difference between when real and reel.
Unfortunately, I thought these tangled emotions are only unsnarled within the pumping organ of mine and others can describe I am a geologist and rest some cognitively distinct literary pieces think this is a keen art of romance in the form of unspoken adjectives. Even though these are just words for you, but adjectives are action verbs and every action word or act have a reaction on ones being a part of it. Realize this whenever you watch a romantic play like Shakespeare or read a romantic poem or phrase, a star like Venus will shine in the nervous system of yours and your soul will radiate out like a tender pearl in an oyster.
Love, affection, desire is like a Tindal image formed by the sun and the clouds. Envisage the sun emerging out of the dense clouds as your soul and clouds represents the feelings you create. These are the ones that makes you feel heavy and sometimes light and supportive and we feel these are the symptoms of PMSs! But still the soul is the burning object meant to reflect the covered feelings and shine out like the Tindal rays and creates a scene where our cheeks turn rosy blush, hands turn ultramarine blue and your heart feels like has started pumping for the first time. This is the golden-state of mind where the essence of love rules out the instructions of nerve impulses.
I tasted wine not in the specific wine tumbler or in a martini glass but, in a wooden bowl sitting under the maroon skies where I was trying to swirl the bowl & taking the fragrance of fermented cranberry juice and pretending to be a professional drinker; but I smelled wet smell of the soil just like in rainy days. I realised this was something never happened before… Can you imagine how you felt when for the first time tenderness touched your heart and blew your hairs… Wasn’t this same like my wine tasting experience, you know what it is but it’s not in the shape like everyone described, it doesn’t gives that essence, but it is there, take a few sips and you will know how dry but strong it was.
No matter how you hide, no matter how you present, this is the strongest force I learnt because this force is made up with all the feelings inside either positive or negative. But yes, there is one difference…the negative has just one color – Red which symbolises the fire and brings the egotistical behaviour in you. The other has a basic cream white foundation and we paint it with all the forms of endearment and aura which sparks the butterflies in your soul and not in your gut. Because what happens in gut gets digested if junk, if it reaches to the soul its always named as the first and the last.
I didn’t know and never wish in my whole lifespan to found out what was right or what was wrong about love I described and scribbled in my soul-piece. But among all my paintings, I wish to keep this one as “Note for Sale”. All the tints and shades were authentic and were only mine and both the hearts grew a pink blossom surrounding deep waters and huge rocks where the rays of sunshine glimmers the incarnation of the unique congregation of two beating souls.
Few years later, I and my opposite holding gemstones in the wedding fingers under the moonlight shine and cherishing how radiant we made our souls today and his lips murmured, “You never said me those special words but you painted them on my torso and now I can visualize it every morning in your pristine eyes.”
Shred the petals of essence you build within you on the surface of dark waters so even if you lost them, the warmth is still alive in the perennial bed of oceans…🥀
~Druty🌸
Screaming through numb heart, crying under the pillows, mind tangled in the thoughts of others. I read books and books they failed to read my tongue! But the day came, alone on the sea shore , had two ways; float on water or stand on the ashen sands with black feets and rainbow faces !
Musk and lemons 