Saturday, May 29, 2010

The Presence

There was something very different about this hotel. She felt that there was something special about that moment. She always sensed his presence.

She breathed carefully, savoring the air that must have run through his body before it entered hers. She wanted him to be so close to him that even air knows no escape.

She looked at the painting on the wall. It had definitely been admired by a pair of wide, curious eyes. She felt like gazing into those eyes and find her world inside them.

As she pushed the door open, she knew he must have went through the same door, touched the same knob. She could feel his hands pressing hers over the knob, while he smelt the scent of her hair.

As she walked past a display glass showcasing jewellery, a pendant caught her attention. He must have noticed it, asked for its cost and ordered it. She could feel him holding her from behind, bringing his hands up from her waist to her neck, placing the pendant there, shifting her hair to one side, and tying the neckpiece.

She walked over to the bar and took a seat. She breathed heavy now. Her heart paced faster. He was near. She could feel it. She trembled. She was out of her mind, and her heart was out of her. She could take it no longer.

"Excuse me madam, but this pendant needs you to embellish it by placing it over your neck."

It was him, so near, right behind her. She felt as if she was dead.

Only she knew how tough it was for her but she managed to turn around and look at him.

"Listen, your presence alone is intolerable to me, you get it?", she said sternly and walked away immediately.

"Literally!", she sighed beneath her breath, as she still tried to bring her heartbeat under control.

Monday, May 03, 2010

The Doll in the Glass

You see me, you smile at me.You look at me like I'm adorable.

You want to talk to me. I talk to you. You like talking to me. I like talking to you.

You feel happy when you see me. You think I'm cute, charming and nice.

I like making you feel happy. Your smile means a lot to me. It means, I'm worth your attention. It means, I'm no longer alone.

But I can't always make you happy; Not when you start expecting more. 

I can't simply let you penetrate into my world, because for that something must be broken.

It isn't a hard something - only a glass wall. It is easy for you to break.

What is difficult, is the decision.

You either break the wall to get what you desire, or you don't, to save me from the shattered pieces of glass piercing my skin, my body, my heart.

You can just adore my flawless beauty from a distance, or you can be near me and feel my ugly scars.

The choice is yours.

I'm just a doll in a glass waiting for your decision. Any decision will do.

But once again, I waited in vain. There are dolls that offer better options, I guess.