HE and SHE.

She was sprawled on the bed.Like the careless spilling of black ink on white paper, thin messy spidery crawls in caustic lines all over, she was sprawled. There was a definitive manner, in the way she had let herself sink into the mattress, in the way, her hand had gathered a part of the patterned cloth, pulling it from the sides of the bed where it had been meticulously tucked. now the pink and blue flowered bed spread had collected around her.like water collecting in depressions on a pavement, it formed small valleys and mountains on the bed.
He lay straight on the bed. like a piece of immovable log that had been lying on the roadside since centuries. His face was upwards towards the ceiling, his eyes,focussed indifferently on an insignificant crack running across the wall. His breathing was soft, so light, so very light. So like the warm color yellow, it could soothe you, if you lay next to him and heard him breathe.
They both laid together. Careless,carefree,casual.There was a weird harmony in their lying together. she was untidy even in her sleep, he was like the perfect rectangle drawn for a geometry paper.she slept in very alarming positions, he never had any position-save for one:straight. but there was peace, even in the mismatch.
Her hand inched up, carefully, beautifully, and traced that one singularly attractive mole on his neck. then her head inched up, and she carefully placed herself against his neck,like a dog nuzzling his master, seeking for affection. her nose touched his jaw,her hair fell loosely on his arm. his breathing became softer,more beautiful,more peaceful,more calming. he turned, and smiled. closed his long lashes and placed one protective kiss on her pimpled forehead.that did it. for one second,for her, every good feeling,ran and rushed,rushed like the heavy screaming happy winds teasing the leaves,ran like the free horse in god's free own, pure land..it rushed and ran and collected into one large, trembling drop.quivered for a second in the thin,evening air and then it broke. that beautiful cocktail of feelings touched her head, her hair, her nose, her chin, her neck, her hands, her nails and washed her slowly,beautifully to her toes. the happiness, the feeling, she could never describe and never tried, never put to justice.nobody ever did. when it came to love, you leave it at that, coz you cant really find the correct words.the correct expressions.

As the sun dipped, and the evening embraced the black veil of the night,they both fell asleep. under the fake neon stars that glowed dim from the ceiling, they fell asleep, fingers laced.his long and her short linked together, beautifully.


An old note, I wanted it to be on my blog :)