Chocolate is lust materialized

His Baby Eyes

He had the most adorable baby eyes I had ever seen. Well, may be I had seen a familiar pair before, but not among the people so close by.

"Are you listening to me?" I called him for the third time now. He was playing with his phone, as always.

"Yeaaa... what is it?" He posed an annoyed look that instantly changed into a familiar smile that had gave me a strange sense of belonging.

"You know you have baby eyes", I smiled.

"Ahan", he flashed me a radiant smile. I looked away, smiling, thinking, wondering.

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He lives far off now. He still has those baby eyes. And they still make me smile. ^_^

That Certain Something

We all are looking for that certain something. We know that it's some where close by and just when your mind is about to identify it, it seems to disappear. It's that something that keeps you going. A motive of some kind, a passion may be, or may be just a goal. Whatever it is, we are all running after it. Unless we are listening closely to our soul, we will always be looking for it in worldly gains. Someone heartbroken may say he lost his meaning of life; well, he's talking about his 'certain something'.

Shhh...
Close your eyes...
feel it sneak up on you... you suddenly feel a sense of happiness run through you...
And just when you want to own it, just when you wish to take in every detail, it vanishes.

I guess, most of our 'certain somethings' paint a picture of a life we consider perfect. It vanishes; if it didn't, what would we be running after? What would happen to that motive to achieve better and better until, ultimately, that perfect world for us?

And We Danced

My eyes lit up as he swayed me to the music. In a split second, I discovered the fire in me, lighting up my very existence, with dreams, new possibilites, a new flair... He held my hand softly, and I felt like a painter's masterpiece. It was how I knew arts; art always came from a place within you that was the purest. And it came to you as a gift, something that you not define, but only express, in various forms. He made me feel like a piece of art. I felt like a thousand colors, all bright and beautiful, captivating, mesmerizing, enchanting. The colors that spoke to me each day, I was one of them now; a dazzling red one moment, a soothing blue the other, gentle as white, a sophisticated pink the other, yellow with a tinge of orange like the bright sun, a seductive black, a peaceful green the other... I laughed, and the sound of my laughter broke into a thousand little pieces that he said were like music to his ears, dancing around us, making the rhythms stronger, the air more dreamy. I suddenly knew passion with innocence, the distance that came with being close, knowing yourself completely for a moment, losing yourself to someone the other.