Opposites Attract


We started on different paths and diverse ambitions,

Truly determined to stick to our grand plans,

Feet held tight on the ground.


We initiated that tentative but irresistible meeting,

Bound together with forbidden undercurrents,

Colliding as destiny played poker.


We were a fusion of a sunny day and a stormy night

Attracted like two opposite poles of a magnet,

Undeniably lost in our cosmos.


We kept fueling the explosive fire scorching our souls,

Gasping for breath in the dense combustion,

Insane in our abandoned triumph.


We saw the mystifying rightness of our coming,

Shocked by the beauty of our chemistry,

Complete in the harmony of souls.


We still refuse to agree on the smallest of matters,

Effortlessly of the same mind on the big ones,

Weaving a tapestry for our future.


We overcame a flurry of confusions and misgivings,

Seeking courage to embark on an adventure,

Discovering it within each other.


We now dance to the greatest songs of love and life,

Your smooth moves guiding my two left feet,

Holding tight for infinity and beyond.

Well…. I like life 🙂 How did you meet your “significant other”? What’s your story?


Two to Tango

Credits: Robert Duval
Credits: Robert Duval

With the first notes of the sultry music,

She devoured the sparkling wine.

The clock struck the hour of midnight,

Ringing in her moments to shine.


Mysterious starlight twinkling in her eyes

Paired the alluring sway of her silken hips,

No glimmer of hope remained for him,

Captivated in the curl of her ruby lips.


The tapered arch of her back beckoned

A subtle invitation in the candlelight,

Her hair flowing like a stormy waterfall,

She lost herself into the explosive night.


His hands spanned her curving waist

Locking themselves into a fiery embrace,

Eyes and heartbeats glazed impassioned,

They whirled towards a timeless space.

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When some nights are hazy yet clear 🙂 Open Link Night at dVerse is great to reminisce about this night! 🙂

A Sense called Touch


The sense of touch is a powerful and elemental medium of expression! Look at the array of emotions – a soothing hand, a supporting shoulder, a passionate embrace, a motivating clap. More effective than the spoken word.

My parents always made it a point to communicate with me and my sister through both words and touch… However tired he may be, Dad would always stroke our heads while we slept; Mom would always hug us goodbye, her familiar scent as comforting as her patting hands.

But I never really became touchy-feely. I was comfortable hugging only my immediate family and best friend. At college, everyone hugged and snuggled while I just hovered exchanging wary glances with anyone who came too close for comfort. I gave in at times, allowing myself to be hugged and be used as an arm rest. Even in my so-called relationships, physical intimacy was never something I actively craved. Two years in a dorm and it never crossed my mind that I can use this freedom to experiment. I was fine lounging in my room with my big fluffy pillow. And no, I wasn’t a tease maintaining a ‘you can look but not touch’ image.

Ironically, “huggable” and “cuddly” are adjectives commonly used to describe me. I often receive texts or calls from friends saying “I feel like a hug and you are the first person I thought of” (They were not hitting on me!) … I am at a loss! Why don’t I get such feelings? Am I a cold blooded? Is this normal?

And then…

Staying alone without family or roommates now makes me crave hugs and holds but has left me without a source! (My friends here say I give a “touch-me-not” vibe, hence they hesitate sometimes) So what happens is, I often go days if not weeks without ANY physical contact. Maybe an occasional bump in the bus, or a brush while walking. Even when I am ill or down, I take care of myself without even a pat – and we all know how important pats are! It got so bad earlier this year that I practically molested this friend… not very pretty! Just last week, I counted 12 days before I touched any other person. Fine, I got many hugs and kisses on my birthday (November 22) but then back to “No Touch Pavilion”

Basically, I went from a “Don’t Touch Me!” to “Hold Me!” Even then, only a handful of people are allowed to get close and I am really waiting for them to get back in town. So till then I will be waiting here, hugging myself!

Or you can give me a hug. I won’t eat you.

*Awkwardly ending this post*

Badge: Doobster @ Mindful Digressions
Badge: Doobster @ Mindful Digressions

Written for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. The prompt was ‘sense/scents/cents/sent’ part of which fits perfectly with my mood these days.

So, spill the beans! Have you ever craved just to feel someone close to you? Or am I going mad?

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