IN HIS EYES...
By Nikil Nirvana
I heard… sound of footsteps….drawing near slowly….as I started to hear it my body started to react…as it was longing for this moment…at first there was a spark….started from my heart and then it ran through all over my body…giving an intoxication….great anticipation but not knowing for what…my lips and mouth went dry…breath become heavier and heavier….with a need for a yawn……
Wanted to turn around but I didn’t…..the sound stopped behind me…..now I felt the warmth of his body from my back……felt his breath on my neck….. “Turn”…my head screamed…but something stopped me turning….was it my mind…don’t know….
“Your tea….”
The words went through my ears….breaking all resistances…….now nothing could stop me…. I turned and I saw my whole world standing by me with two steaming cup of teas…. I leaned forward & kissed him and I saw what I treasure most in my life… I saw me in those deep brown eyes…..in his eyes…
By Nikil Nirvana
I heard… sound of footsteps….drawing near slowly….as I started to hear it my body started to react…as it was longing for this moment…at first there was a spark….started from my heart and then it ran through all over my body…giving an intoxication….great anticipation but not knowing for what…my lips and mouth went dry…breath become heavier and heavier….with a need for a yawn……
Wanted to turn around but I didn’t…..the sound stopped behind me…..now I felt the warmth of his body from my back……felt his breath on my neck….. “Turn”…my head screamed…but something stopped me turning….was it my mind…don’t know….
“Your tea….”
The words went through my ears….breaking all resistances…….now nothing could stop me…. I turned and I saw my whole world standing by me with two steaming cup of teas…. I leaned forward & kissed him and I saw what I treasure most in my life… I saw me in those deep brown eyes…..in his eyes…
HYPNOTIZE
By Nikil Nirvana
The door is closed. It is a small room. There is nothing but just a small bed and a chair. I'm sitting on the bed. Tungsten bulb hanging over my head doesn't emit much light so it is more like sitting under a street lamp. My whole body is shivering...Feels like my head is so heavy...Sweats poring all over me.....I'm struggling with my thoughts.....
He will come. He will be here soon......The doctor who gonna Hypnotize me today. He will make me forget about the people I loved-the people whom I got rejected, cheated and beaten from. He will remove my need of love....my need of caring of someone....my need of warm of someone.....Yes....Yes, I asked him to do that..though I cherish the memories of my love even in this moment....though I'm dying to get fulfilled those needs even in this moment.......
After tonight I'll be strong....I'll be unbeatable.....I'll be a winner......But it won't be me....It won't be this heart. World will see this body but will they know that there is no me.
If you comeback to me you will see no me. I wish I could tell you that. You won't find this heart again. Please don't scold me. Please don't say that I don't have a heart.......because there won't be me though you see the same body.
I'm gonna replace my heart today....I'm gonna replace my soul today.....I have to........
I have to do it because I have to live.
SONG
By W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
