HIM

He holds out his hand towards me and ain’t ashamed to do so.
He leans on my shoulder and cries his heart out when he can’t bear it anymore.
He fears a lot, yet fights it like a man.
Everyday with me is different, every moment indelible.
He never tires of me, stability is his charm.
He never hesitates to touch me, whenever, wherever, certain in the belief, that I am his.
When he pulls me closer, I see a strange combination of passion and tenderness.
When he kisses me, he thinks of love.
His eyes are brave, never faltering, they pour out the truth.
He knows not the depth of his love and neither do I.
We sit together, silent for hours, yet speaking more than words can convey.
He dances with a pretty girl, I look on, smilingly. He wants only me. I know.
With me, he’s a child. Innocent. Unassuming. Simple. Opens his door to me freely.
He’s free. Free of vanity, of fears, of spite. He’s free.
He never lets my hand hang alone when walking down the street. His fingers wrap themselves around mine, telling me, “You mean the world to me, and nothing shall harm you.”
When I wake up in the morning, I find his arms nestling me, warm and strong.
He’s crazy. Absolutely insane. But his wild antics make me smile and blush.
Whenever I find a mad thing to do, he’s my partner in it. We’re reckless.
He never feels embarrassed by my presence when his friends are around. In fact, he feels proud that he’s with me and has no qualms in showing it.
Even in a crowd, his eyes single me out and stick to me, watching me as I interact with the outer world.
He knows what and who he is, which is why it’s so simple for him to be him.
He thinks I’m beautiful. I have no words to describe him.
We’re friends, we’re lovers, we’re soul-mates, we’re just two individuals who can’t get enough of each other.

What the human heart desires, the mind paints……….

She lives on Venus.
She’s one of them. Their culture, their language, their trends, their attitude – it’s now all hers too. When she threads through the busy streets, she blends with the colours of the land. Yet, in a unique way, she stands out. Life sails on smoothly with some inevitable rough patches here and there.

And then, it’s time to fly back home to Pluto, the lands of her roots, her birth, her adolescence. Whether her land of death, one never can say. Love, warmth, care, love. An incessant flow.
And then it’s all put to test when two different cultures cross each other like strangers on the same path walking in opposite directions. Friction is born.
They don’t approve of the liberty she takes to be herself. She doesn’t care about what others would think if she wore a sleeveless dress. She doesn’t refrain from speaking her mind. That’s the way she is on Venus. It just comes so naturally.
But then, what comes naturally isn’t acceptable. You gotta tweak it till it suits everyone else. And the real you, is lost somewhere below those layers of modifications and compromises.

So, does she devise a plan to develop a split personality, to keep everyone happy? She could be someone else on Pluto and someone entirely different on Venus. Wouldn’t that be convenient?
Ha! They wish!