Love, Is Only Human

May 7th 2008

It was a sunny morning at the beach. I laid out the beach sheet, a perfect hue of blue to match the warm blue of the ocean.
I inhaled the air, and exhaled a sigh basking in the scent around me. The fragrance of the salty air and dripping sweat. How enchanting.
My thoughts drifted to the warm drink in the trunk. I had to force my mind out of it.
No, Ryan. No.

I looked around. I could bet there wasn't no one like me here.

And then, I saw her. Perched on a red beach spread, gazing at the teens playing volleyball.
The gaze. Yes.
It was too good to be true. I wanted to laugh it off, yes. But the gaze wouldn't let me do so. I could recognize it anywhere. So primal, and yet so raw.
I walked over to her, sat beside her and started gazing at the teens, like her.
It was her turn to laugh it off. Only, my gaze wouldn't let her.

We had dinner together that night.

Three years later.

May 7th 2011
We own a beach house, very close to the sea. Married. A baby on the way.
We were at the beach, again. Teens playing beach ball.

And like three years ago, set out to hunt and celebrate what we call, Love At First Bite.

Food is love, and love is only human.

Layers

A man, usually is made of many layers of his consciousness. A woman, layers of mystery.

And me? Layers of people I've picked up as I tread along.

We met at the bar, Mr. S and me. I've let my eyes do the talking ever since.

Two hours up, and I'm at his apartment. We're trying hard.

They say sex exposes your innermost self. Yes, I've known more about Mr. S in the eleven minutes than the two hours at the bar.

Thinking about whether he'd know me?

I just get better at being mysterious every time I'm naked. Layered, as I like to call it.

But what's life without a rain check.

So, I ask him as I pull my stuff together, planning to leave the apartment;

"Hey Mr. S, have you ever fucked a serial killer before?"

Enchantment Who?

Life in the backdrop of the rains is something else.
Specially for someone who'd come to live when the heavens leak awesomeness.
In case you haven't noticed, it's me the Gulmohar.

Maybe I enchant a lot of you, a lot of others, and hey that's good to know.

But today, in these rains, I just need to tell you,

I enchant myself.

Enchanted. Never Again.

People and places. Enthrall.
A photograph actually puts motion, depth a flashback in front of your eyes.
Crude and raw emptiness automates a mosaic formation.

Those eyes enchanted me. A stranger. Yes. Not once, but twice.
And as I moved away the second time, the feeling of regret slumped me over.
I'd never be enchanted the same way again.

And my eyes remain.

Light And/Or Dark

I can defy and comply. That should run in your mind like a nexus.
I'm made to talk stuff like that. You'd understand, maybe if you're a Scorpio.

I seek light, the fuel being my very own darkness.
How that defines me. Old school girl? Yes. Very much.

I thrive on an oxymoronish life. Simplicity attracts a desert storm.
The pinnacle has been kind, but moving her.
My dance is that of a Guinea Pig. But, I'm proud.

In the end, it's just an ongoing experiment, which sees the light and/or day.