I have gone through your email at least 20 times by now, and a strange leisure gathered my mind and body.
So many things I would want to write to you. So many emotions. So many explanations. So much love…
But I can’t say much. And that’s where I fail. Fail miserably as some time I just cannot talk. Can’t explain. Just get lost in the scent of memories that would make me smile or cry after the rains are over.
Maybe…
Maybe I am not all that human. Maybe I am not that neatly pleated trouser but a silly tiny droplet over the leaves of the fallen magnolia….
Maybe that’s how I will grow yellow. In a want. In a desire to be able to gift my love for all that are yellows and spread….
I want to lift your eyes to my trembling lips and whisper you how real I am. How my faint deep black eyes would caress your bosom with nothing but a fragrance of faith and love which is beyond church or languages…
Maybe I would want to hold you closer to me and just do nothing but see how the cherries are blossoming on your fallen locks…maybe I would want to be your secret diary which would express all the guilts and pains and in return fly away with a huge amount of blue sky and nothingness….
Maybe I am just nothing but a glorious remembrance of how Van Gogh would have desired a daffodil …. maybe I am made to unmake you and make you swim through that vast indifferent oceans lying between us and rest your white wet feet on the chest of my lonely shores…
What are you? Just love! Who are you? Just love! Why are you? Because I am.
Does all these words sounds any vowels to you? Or just a decadent set of verbs lying locks with adjectives?
Whatsoever they are but nothing other than an expression of my deep dark yellow love for you!
I have today posted my love for you in Ello and possibly my faint explanation why it’s you.
Till then a warm lusty love which knows no distance and perfect reasons to be in love….