the wait...

And the night sky tugs at her heart strings as she waits... wishing.... (hoping?)

Dar(k)ling...

A copy paste Pablo Neruda:

"I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul."

wish..

she saw a shooting star and refrained from wishing on it... she was afraid the wish might come true...

puff of smoke

it was a cold dusty morning... she hadn't really slept... the smell of stale smoke reeking in her tousled open hair brought his thoughts rushing to her... the way his eyes look at her for a meaning deeper than she can ever offer... the way the white headed eagle soars over her gray aura... and the way she looked at the night sky and saw the stars slowly fade away....


PS: 'The Ramblings of My Soul' aka 'naughtyspark' is back in business!

what will be?

and as night fall captures every beat of her heart she looks at the raindrops splashing on the balcony and smiles... she wonders at the obsessive compulsive cleanliness that has taken a grip on her being (true and complete) and can feel a molten burgeoning change... she can feel her silence...

she lets the silence takeover... and waits...

zoya..

"it's like a white fire burning
to the slow music turning!"

as her eyes wander deep within to the unkempt soul, her spirit stares up at a jagged cliff...

life continues... soft.. driven.. slow.. and mad!

and then...

and she closes her eyes... she is surprised... she expected images of a fire breathing volcano to blow her apart but instead saw a bubbling stream...

she opened her eyes to a certain calm around her... her turmoil had begun to reduce... it was as if the cosmos had kept it's hand on her head... her eyes were still puzzled but her spirit was taking a slow stretch!