The sacred laugh
I looked in her eyes and was trapped, as I so often was.
She stood, statued. Her face radiating energy. Her angelic body in sublime harmony, making me believe in the existence of a Great Designer. Every part of her body in rythm with every other; each musical note playing independently, yet cordant to form a divine symphony. The smooth glowing terrain of her face was not distorted by her nose and eyes, but integrated. Her big eyes opened wide, like a shining gem from a sea shell, were so cognate to her smile, that the being of one seemed unimaginable without the other. Her smooth, slim hands were folded casually in each other's company but they appeared to be jelled in an alignment. The wavy, amble wind made her hair flow gently on her back. Her hair didnot resisit the flow, but became the flow.
She stood, staued. Her face radiating energy. I looked at my drawing sheet and cmpared, then smiled silently at my silly thought.
"Its...", I annonced,"...its done."
She came, approaching gaily; her eagerness winning over her fatigue.
I stoped her. "Wait. First promise me you won't laugh when u see it."
"I promise. But is it beacause I look bad or you draw bad?" The michief in her eyes told me it wasn't a question, just a play.
But I forced some reply,"Niether."
I allowed her to scrutinize my efforts. The zeal in her eyes gave way to some shock, as she stared at the canvas. "Don't say that's me!", she said pointing at a man who was admiring the night sky.
"Ofcourse not. Actually...", Isaid, "...that's me."
Amused by my reply, she asked, "Then where am I?"
I knew she would laugh, and i wanted her to. So i reminded her, "You remember your promise?"
"I do, my lord."
I gathered some courage to get naked, and still be ignored. "That's you", said I, pointing at the top right of the sheet.
She laughed, I rejoiced. I prayed the time to halt.
"Why do you always play pranks with me?", she complained without complaining at all and went away. When I could no longer descry her, I gazed at my creation.
There amongst the foggy night clouds was a stainless moon, chaste, serene and unobscured, looking at the distant viewer, and laughing sacredly.
She stood, statued. Her face radiating energy. Her angelic body in sublime harmony, making me believe in the existence of a Great Designer. Every part of her body in rythm with every other; each musical note playing independently, yet cordant to form a divine symphony. The smooth glowing terrain of her face was not distorted by her nose and eyes, but integrated. Her big eyes opened wide, like a shining gem from a sea shell, were so cognate to her smile, that the being of one seemed unimaginable without the other. Her smooth, slim hands were folded casually in each other's company but they appeared to be jelled in an alignment. The wavy, amble wind made her hair flow gently on her back. Her hair didnot resisit the flow, but became the flow.
She stood, staued. Her face radiating energy. I looked at my drawing sheet and cmpared, then smiled silently at my silly thought.
"Its...", I annonced,"...its done."
She came, approaching gaily; her eagerness winning over her fatigue.
I stoped her. "Wait. First promise me you won't laugh when u see it."
"I promise. But is it beacause I look bad or you draw bad?" The michief in her eyes told me it wasn't a question, just a play.
But I forced some reply,"Niether."
I allowed her to scrutinize my efforts. The zeal in her eyes gave way to some shock, as she stared at the canvas. "Don't say that's me!", she said pointing at a man who was admiring the night sky.
"Ofcourse not. Actually...", Isaid, "...that's me."
Amused by my reply, she asked, "Then where am I?"
I knew she would laugh, and i wanted her to. So i reminded her, "You remember your promise?"
"I do, my lord."
I gathered some courage to get naked, and still be ignored. "That's you", said I, pointing at the top right of the sheet.
She laughed, I rejoiced. I prayed the time to halt.
"Why do you always play pranks with me?", she complained without complaining at all and went away. When I could no longer descry her, I gazed at my creation.
There amongst the foggy night clouds was a stainless moon, chaste, serene and unobscured, looking at the distant viewer, and laughing sacredly.
you may not know the girl.
ReplyDeleteActually, i love all the girls i meet. And that is why they are created- to be loved by me.
darling the description is marvellous and sensual but at the enmd the very known phatta samrat mohit is written all over the story
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