Dearest Charcoal Blacks…

Dearest Charcoal Blacks,

Taking a pen as I sit here on the table, with hundreds of words I can’t find the right one to start with. Where to begin isn’t the problem but how to begin, should I confess straightaway about my profound love for you or must I first tell you when it all began. I wonder if I fell in love the very day I saw you for the first time, while you carried those water cans too heavy to slip on every step, or the time you looked at me wiping mud from your cheeks. Maybe it happened the day I saw you cry for I had never felt a pain so heartbreaking.

Those eyes, those charcoal eyes, held me and I haven’t been able to shake myself free. I’m not suppose to think of the charcoal black sea behind those eyes of yours but I’m afraid I have lost touch with my sanity, or whatever that is there to bide one by laws and rights and wrongs.

Everyday you and I talk through our stares, smiles, smirks and shrugs; a whole language we have built and yet no one has heard a word. These deep conversations we have sharing her heart out from far away mean more than the countless hours spent talking to people who know me, but not my soul.

I admit even though all I know is your name and I’m sure you know mine, I feel like I have known you for years like even before I knew myself. Do I sound too hopelessly lost? Maybe I would when I’ll tell you one day I’m going to walk up to you and give you this letter, smile and even ask you if we can go for a dinner sometime. I can almost picture your charcoal black widening with a shock but not for long, as they would soon twinkle and shine allowing the creased lines around your lips to turn into a grin.

Do you suppose we can ever find ourselves a world where it would be easy to not be afraid? I can’t go back to the life I knew before I found your face, your serious brooding pale face with a certain kind of beauty that has become a dagger inside me. If anyone takes it out it would be the end of me; I can’t get you out now.

I love the way you laugh, often to let me know you are there, while pretending to talk to those around you. Sitting on the window with a pen and paper I do my best to draw you, but even my best fails to capture the devilishly charming air of yours. Chewing your lips, frowning, laughing and lost, forgive me for I have captured you and buried you in pages hidden in my copy of Mein Kampf. I can picture you laughing hysterically and raising your left eyebrow to this scandal.

Some days you sit alone waiting for your turn while others get waters filled in their plastic cans, chattering enough to not care for the time, leaving you and I with couple of extra minutes to talk in our silence but you don’t look up. I have often wondered the pain you hid when keeping yourself busy in smoke, focusing your charcoal blacks towards the other side of road not meeting my watery blues, I wonder if the pain, keeps you up at night like it does to me. I find no solace and sleep until I see you again, until I look into those eyes throwing a mischievous eyebrow at me daring me to say a word a real word, for then I know you are no more hurting at least not enough to disappear in vain.

I can’t recall how many times I have taken a step forward and two steps back, exercising hundreds of them, at one place not finding enough courage to call out to you. Do you believe I’m like them, one of them who call you nothing but a Jew like you have no name? I so hope my darling you know me enough to know I would never hurt you or belittle you like them; for all this heart of mine desires is the freedom to run to you and kiss those dazzling charcoal blacks that have imprisoned my heart, my flesh, my soul.

One day, my dear I will break the ropes, take those steps and pull you into my arms and kiss you deeply but not before I tuck back those loose strands of hair that often fall as a playful curtain over my favorite charcoal blacks teasing me, until your fingers find them and place them behind your ears. I promise I would love you, all of you, those charcoal blacks, those teasing brown hair, the frown and freckles, the lustful eyebrows and the hurt you wear all day, I will kiss them all one day.

Wait for me, even if you don’t get this letter, please wait for me.

Madly in love with you!

Yours,

The curious blue eyes from the window.

 

 

Inspired by this music…

 

 

 

a heartbeat inside my ribcage…

I sat there with a glass in my hand staring at the faces I didn’t know too well, it was a party I went with a friend of a friend. All I wanted was free liquor and maybe someone to take home for the night. Music was good, so was the crowd. I scanned faces but none appealed, not even the most breathtakingly beautiful ones. Something was off, my own self perhaps.

And then she walked right in front of me. Tears dripping slowly, like a painfully beautiful river flowing under the starry night. There was a man, they held hands yet they were fidgeting with unsaid words and said ones all at the same time. I looked, I stared. She stared back. I didn’t flinch, I was held right there by her. Pinned by her gaze. Something she wanted to say, something I wanted to hear. She stood there staring and I sat there shivering.

A sly smile, an excuse, she whispered words and walked away from him towards the corner. Not far but right there in my vision. She wanted me around, I thought, and so I did with my eyes. Sobbing silently she stood with back of her head pecking the wall and I knew I was gone, from her mind and sight. While she battled her demons I fought my urge. Strangeness hovered, my throat dried, ache strangled what I felt for the first time a heart inside me.

Lowering my eyes, I touched my chest. There was something living inside the cage and I felt it like I never did before. Raising my eyes I found hers again, even the curtain of tears did nothing to diminish the magic pull. I followed with steps, slowly but steady. We stood hands apart, nobody was breathing. Cornered and next to the wall, we did nothing but stared right into each other’s eyes.

Beating too hard a noise broke the silence, a heartbeat. Mine or hers, was hard to know from whose inside came the thunderous sound. And then the world drowned; the noise, heartbeat, the ache, the eyes and the face vanished, as she held my face in hers and kissed me consuming all my reclusiveness.

Just like that she walked away, not before she kissed my eyes that I failed to open even when she was gone. Finding my balance against the wall, I smiled and cried all at the same time. I knew we were going to meet again, I knew I was ruined for life, I knew I would go home alone tonight and for every other night until her eyes find mine, again.

So this happened yesterday. The story. Slept too late but was worth it. This song below set the mood for the scene.

Darlin…!!!!

Darlin
I know it wasn’t wise
Falling for those eyes
Getting lost in that smile
Now I’m missing
Face of the unknown
Wondering 
If It’ll ever show up again
Darlin 
You walked in and out
Of my life in few seconds
As I stood 
Few steps behind you
In the queue
I looked at you
Almost introduced myself
Asked you for a coffee
Told you my favorite author
In a whisper 
Gave you my number
Guessed your favorite song
Blushed before I kissed you
And gave my heart to you
Thinking that’s where it belong
Darlin
I know it wasn’t wise
But if you could please
Just walk pass by me
Once more
For
I wish to write an end
To this dream
Tell you
It’s not me it’s you
You’re the star
I can only gaze upon
So pretty so far
I would then say
We’re done
And walk away
Knowing I had you
Even if it was for a day or two
Darlin 
Just once more
Meet my eyes
I know it wasn’t wise…

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Derek Shepherd? Seriously? I mean seriously?

Spoiler Alert for Grey’s Anatomy-

Okay! Im speechless. So speechless, because I just saw Grey’s Anatomy killing a major character. Okay! Shonda Rhimes you did it again, after killing every good character and shipping off Christina away, now you murdered the epic love story of Twisted Grey and her McDreamy. Last I felt this much of shock was when George died.

Till the last scene I was hoping he wont die but being a Grey’s follower I knew it was pointless to hope for survival.

I dont get it, what’s with tv shows now. They expect us to watch Grey’s Anatomy without Derek Shepherd and Vampire Diaries without Elena Gilbert. What is wrong with TV?

I’m sad, little confused and cant wait for next episode because I don’t know what is going to happen in Shondaland now. Shonda Rhimes you and your shows are kind of make me forget its all just fiction, actors and stories. With so much of killing I think you are the Serial Killer of TV shows but woman I love your shows. The drama, the emotions and the characters. Love it all.

I am also not sure, where and how we managed to reach this episode. Weren’t we just worried about Meredith and Derek getting separated with all the fighting and the we were chewing off our nails because Derek might be a cheater. Next thing we know, they are back to being crazy in love and then he dies.Whatever was the plot, I just think its way too soon.

Its just its way too soon, we just lost Christina to some super awesome hospital. I wonder what happens next with Meredith, Amelia and the rest of the surgeons as in how they take this in. I kind of worry more about Amelia for some reason. Shonda if you are listening at least bring back Meredith’s person. Its time we have Christina back. I know i’m just playing with hope, what can i say we just lost Mc-Dreamy.

derek-sheperd

P.S the choice of song in the end. Takes us back to a whole different era of Grey’s Anatomy when everyone was alive and still a part of the original cast.

a story…!!!!

I want to

Write a story

Of me and you

I want to

Write how much

I love you

I want to

Sing for you

Dance with you

But I’m blue

Away from you

Unknown

Unaware

Of you

Of we

I can’t see

You

So

I grow

Sad

Every then

And now

Somehow

I pretend to stay

Happy & gay

I hold on to

Hopes of seeing you

It all can’t be wrong

Love can’t be

Just anti me

It’s for everyone

We all have

Someone

I have you

I’m sure

I just don’t know you

But I will do

Someday

I will write

A story of you

And me

Of us and we

I will see

Us on post cards

Sitting in a yard

Of a house

Someplace

There is grace

Am so sure

Of being yours

It’s dark now

But I know

In my heart

It’s all sunny

Someday I will say

Something funny

And you will laugh

Full or half

We will have a story

Of you and me

Of us and we

Because I will

Tell you

Tell everyone

How we met

How I won

You

How we became us

I see us

I see a story

Of not glory

Of you and me…!!!!

 

High Above…!!!!

I have been imaging a scene for a story that is circling my mind and somehow i ended up writing this…

Eyes so blue

Right then

Right there

I knew

I was gone

Fallen

Fallen so hard

Head over heels

Every part of me

Squeals

Even now

Don’t know how

But I think I have

Definitely, have

Fallen in love

Fallen from

High above

For her

Since then

Forever

She lives inside

My head

My heart

Is no more

In my possession

Like an obsession

She lives with me

Even with eyes closed

I see

Her

She walked

Away

‘Stay’

I told myself

Never moved

My heart

Still lives

Right there

Where

I fell

In love

I fell from

High above….!!!!