Conversations, Vibes and Blue…

A bit of mystery vibes, conversational eyes and blue hues…

Sometimes, I think up scenarios in my head. By now, we all know I have a thing for all things romantic, so of course most of the scenarios are blindingly romantic ones.

Like when two strangers who live opposite each other, by the simple machinations of chance, go to the window at the exact same time one day and get stuck looking at each other there – the man, with blue china mug of hot tea and, the woman, with a book and her hands in her hair, just loosed out of a lot of crochets. I imagine myself as a passerby, just headed to an eatery down the street and looking up at a strangely coloured bird in the sky, when I get invited to this lovely scene. I imagine watching the man lift his hands and mouth “hi” before sitting beside the window to drink the cup of hot beverage in his hands, his eyes as steamy as the cup being lifted to his mouth. My eyes go all the way to the woman and notice how her eyes widen and her lips broaden into a full blown smile. I smile too and send special thanks to God for the chance to be let in on this very romantically opportune moment, until my legs connect to a big pothole of muddy water. “Ooof!” goes my voice, flip-flap go the ashy coloured birds around the area but when I look up, the man and the woman are unbothered by the rest of the world.

Sometimes, this is what conversations look like – a caress of eyes, someone’s perfume on the wind, the breeze playing with the texture of a person’s hair or just the colour blue on a mug going up to the most tempting set of lips. Sometimes, this is how love creeps up on us, suddenly; slowly; but sure. Sometimes, this is how we dream things up while taking a picture with a blue hue and a mask covering the rest of our face.

@Azar

Not God…

The stars look divine,

but the stars are not God…

and there’s music that cuts your breath,

but music is not God…

what about the complex human mind?

But the mind is not God…

what about the depths of passion sunk in art?

But even art is not God…

God is God,

nothing less or more,

hard to explain,

impossible to define,

but beautifully existent,

in all of the above and more…

AZAR…

Photo Credit: Pinterest

Wild and Beautiful…

I love pictures and I am partial to words being used in such a way that they hit at something deep inside me. Writing and I have been at loggerheads, like two lovers who suddenly lost touch and who are now suddenly in front of each other, again, wondering if they would ever be like the photo that graces both their phones as a wallpaper.

Yes, that photo, the one where he gives her a piggyback ride and she is tangled all around him like a vine, so trusting.

Words and I are like this, standing right beside each other and looking at the photo but not touching, afraid; longing and wondering if we would ever experience our love for each other again, with the same intensity, like forests, like ixoras, like sunflowers, like roses, like the sea – wild and beautiful. I hope we do and I hope you get to experience it too and that whenever you click a link that leads you here, you always leave feeling deeply wild and beautiful, like love on human skin.

From a never-ending-romantic-me to you….