All we have is now

Sometimes in the midst of the darkness you see the light, sometimes although surrounded by light all you can see is darkness...sometimes the only firm ground about your life wobbles, and trembles with uncertainty...and sometimes something new becomes a shoulder for you to rest your head on. Look at her eyes and I drift away, I drown in the warm sea of her eyes, swept away by wave after wave of tenderness and I melt.
I melt, the big wide shoulders that held her tight. The eyes; intensely brown, they saw right through her and the tenderness of his touch.
I let go of all restraints and slowly deteriorate and break down, I melt and I drown in her sea and we become one.
At the touch of his hands, as he strokes the inside of her elbow and her neck at the waves he sends throughout her body, the chills as their lips touch like velvet.
He lets go of his worries, like the sun lets go of its rays that light our world and melts in the watery embraces of the sea. It sinks in slowly enjoying how the sea brushes and caresses its cheeks. Its rays in its delight create a spectrum of all colors red signaling their approval of this love.
As the sun sets, making all the right moves, making the sea feel at ease, making this earth a comfortable place...touch me, kiss me, hold me tight.
The love celebrations continue till sun down, they go on till the sun is fully submerged in the sea, laying in the embraces of its lover, tranquilized by love and engulfed in a magically poetic rhyme. Then silence. The fiery flames of love that have burnt so energetically telling the whole world of their love, gradually it burnt; slower and slower till it was finally silent. But it does not die, no; it gives birth to a full moon.
Tell me not of the moon and how it lights my world, tell me not of the moon, and how it shines in his eyes and how it sometimes remains ignored, when he smiles.
Tell me of her smile and how it puts the moon to shame. How it lights the heavens and how the earth wakes up everyday just to have one more look. And how the sea gets jealous, try to copy the shining rays, silvery in the midnight blue of a cold night, sheltered in the arms of a loved one, comforted by their warmth. But all the sea can do is reflect it and gaze upwards, its waves trying hard to reach up and touch it, but it fails and as tide after tide is born, her smile still gives the world its warmth.
And the wind speaks of their love traveling all around the world, whispering to the people stories of how it witnessed it all. It carries whispers that erupt from the heart of the love stricken to the hearts of the envious. It fills heart after heart with warm glee, calms the souls and gives love itself hope after all when in fact love is hope. Had the wind not been there to caress the skin, had the sun not been there to twinkle in his eyes and the moon to dance on his face hopeless such a hopeless world.
The touch of her hands, the way she looks at him and the way her fragrance lives deep in his soul makes him smile, and how his makes her just want to bury herself in those arms, as close as she can and her nose touches his neck and her hands feel his heartbeats, faster now as he tilts his head lower the world disappears now. He doesn't want to move from her side, his heart holds on tight, nothing can surpass this, he can't feel any better. In this moment, he's happy...she's happy and there's no worry that can spoil it. He holds her hands and she hugs him tight, that where they should be for the rest of their lives.
He speaks of the word forever and she puts a finger to his lips...the smirk that makes her forget why "Sad" existed...it forms... They have the touch of love, everything they touch lights up with a feeling lost for a very long time, happiness. They inspire all that is around them to love, to smile and to forget. Sadness retreats as they embark on the world, beware treacherous pain, and unwanted heart break, for their love will cleanse the world from your likes, because now is all that matters. Now is all we have, all THEY have...apart from their love is each other. And that's all they need.

Give my soul wings, for my knees are too weak

You enter a place and there she is, laughing out load throwing her head back and has every one's attention. The girl with grey eyes laughs a laugh that is composed of years of experience, that enchants u and attracts u to her straight away. For she always is at the centre of the attraction. Her voice is loud and no one seems to mind that, her sassy attitude just comes so naturally. Her outfit perfectly put together, pulling off heels in a coffeehouse. She puffs life into any party that has been pronounced dead by even the rowdiest and craziest party starter. She throws smiles and winks all over the room and strikes her targets hearts with sleekness that comes from experience, as she lights a cigarette and puffs the smoke in the air, and gets looks of admiration for it. She knows it, she knows that she's the girl in all their dreams. All the guys around her they all see the sexy and cheeky outfit she wears and the confident smile she has on.

They see the charade she has around her, but no one has come close enough to peel it off, and to find that under the tough bright surface there is a dull, mallow and weak inside. There is a little girl, stranded at her corner, in tears. There's a soft heart that wants but to love and take care of all those she loves. There's a mind not even close to the shallowness she promotes. There is a tear that always shadows her eyes, a painful memory at every corner, a nightmare in every dream. There's the ghost of her father haunting her every move as she knows it, she's disappointing him with her every move. She gets away with pretending to be indifferent to the loss and as his memory saddens her for he is not around anymore.

What happened after his death horrifies her and haunts her in every single detail of her life, the uncle who raped her. It's like there's nothing to lose and she accepts the challenge against the world. With every hand that approaches her to take hers, she sees her uncle's grotesque hand groping her, she sees his eyes feasting on her body, she feels his horrid breath on her skin and feels his presence watching her. She tries to run but it's anchored to her mind, like a shameful scar on her wrist and the cigarette glares at them as she inhales.

She's not beyond league- just out of reach. She is chained by dark fear and held down by memories full of pain and agony. She doesn't trust, she can't trust, she is living her own life as an unwanted and heavy stranger that is just passing by not knowing that in some way or the other, she does leave her mark. The unintentional sunshine about her while her sun rises and warms all those around her, it fails her and leaves her frozen inside and inhabited with darkness. For her light doesn't break through the maze of old memories, her warmth can't remove the icy pain that has frozen her heart and her feelings. She's the winter of her world, sunless days and cold,cold nights and she never seems to care. She just goes through yet another day with the black lashes against those big grey eyes and the perfection about her looks, small and fragile. Yet everyone thinks they know, she's unbreakable she sails through the hearts that worship her, while her own heart trudges behind held back by tears, pain and agony. They all see her as the goddess that rules her followers with her grey eyes and enchants them with her majestic beauty. If only they can see her from her eyes, see all the pain that surrounds her and the dark memories that have spun a web around her heart. If only she would push the darkness away and go back to the little girl she was, snuggled up and safe in her daddy's arms as he read her fairy tales. If only she would believe that it only takes her to trust in fairy tales. How can she trust them, when they all seem the same, they are all attracted to her body, they all relish her beauty, she is disgusted by all of them.
Then she met him. She met him and he held her hand and she could feel floods within her; it's the ice melting, behold the transformation of a heart from stone to rhythmic beats. His hands are not like all other hands, for they do not grope, but they gently caress. A single ray of light breaks through the darkness that has for so long inhabited her heart and it's only now that she looks in the mirror and catches a glimpse of who she really is. The eyes are brighter, the grey is not gloomy but bright. For once, she's letting the whole world know her true colors. There's nothing to fear now and with his hand she climbs out of the bottomless pit that she lived in. She sees love from a different prespective as a restoring and constructive force that builds and not the force that has ripped her apart. It all seems to her like the rebirth of the world. The evolution of a girl that hid behind her makeup and cigarette smoke to one that just loves her life. She sees the whole world much brighter through his smile and she is warmed with his love. Finally her soul has gotten wings and is beginning to fly. Finally. Now she can trust to have him have her back on days when her knees are just too weak to take the weight of the past. She rests her head on his shoulders and closes her eyes, for she can trust again.