Lost, Love & Life

Profundity

Fraility

Passion in his eyes!

Apple of my eye...

Monsoon Diaries - IX #Sensual rain.

"Your sensuous eyes with clouded brows,

glares at my body, with lust profound;

 And when I lift my head up,

out of curiosity; you come as though

 you are determined to...

You feel my forehead, my eyes and my lips,

You never fail to hold my hand;

And you flow down my neck with

                             tickling passion. 

You embrace me, close to your chest 

 Where my hip is never amiss." 

                                        -to be continued...

 

Amour-Excerpts from my mind # 5

Drugged-Excerpts from my mind # 4

Mercy-Excerpts from my mind #3

Soul -Excerpts from my mind #2

Urge - Excerpts from my mind #1

Karl Ove Knausgard : My unclear reflection

                                            "I have no problem with uninteresting or unoriginal people – they may have other, more important attributes, such as warmth, consideration, friendliness, a sense of humor or talents such as being able to make a conversation flow to generate an atmosphere of ease around them, or the ability to make a family function – but I feel almost physically ill in the presence of boring people who consider themselves especially interesting and who blow their own trumpets.” 

It was ever since I came across Karl Ove Knausgard, I began to realize the pain and frankness in his words. 

                     “All my adult life I have kept a distance from other people, it has been my way of coping, because I become so incredibly close to others in my thoughts and feelings of course, they only have to look away dismissively for a storm to break inside me.”  

I see him as a never ending phenomenon; where he acts not as a person but as a life of events. That's how his writings have transported me to be what is known as a state of extreme truth.

Pain

Held, I my hands

Across my chest.

And gasped a breath

That ached my soul...

Tainted with grief 

and of lose,

I never knew; it pained my heart...

'Where was my heart',

Was my inner call.

All I knew,

"It was bottled somewhere in

    matters mysterious."