Visibly Invisible

                                                       
My eyes focus I see you

A smile across your lips

You unaware, I see

The thoughts passing across

your face

Your smile gets wider

Touching your eyes

Tiny crinkles around the edges

Making them smile

Voice soft, enticing

You whisper

In my ear

One by one, the words

I want to hear

Caressing my mind

Reading my thoughts

Delving in deep

Taking them out

You touch my soul

With your fingers

My heat beat quickens

Your kisses linger

I take a breath

Let it out

Can’t think straight

When you’re about

Mentally challenged

Physically swept

I’m like Icarus

Into the flame

...I’ve leapt.

     The Chrysalis

 "Yesterday is but a memory,tomorrow an unchartered course...so live today 

so it will be a memory without remorse."

Yesterday I realised that I have been living in a cocoon and while it was safe and I believed it was my own personal space in my bubble, a bubble I imagined in my favourite shade of blue...I discovered that there was a reason for this. Sometimes some things slip our mind and hide in the far recesses of our feelings...hidden that is, until someone or something 'cracks the code.'

What you think is an accident can turn out to be a plan of life...or so I'm thinking. You would too in my shoes, when you meet the catalyst that pulls the chrysalis out of its cosy cocoon and croones in its ear to re-enter the world.

A world now far different from what was once familiar and yet, new, enticing, exotic, adventurous, fun and just that little bit crazy.

Yes today I discovered that place inside myself that sparks, rushes, runs, screams, jumps, leaps and flows. 

A place that is exciting, new, and tastes like a spoonful of strawberries and sour cream, mixed with chocoalate and mint that deliciously tingles on your tongue...making you squirm, moan and take an excited breath or...one too many. A place where...you feel safe yet, vulnerable. Scared yet, brave. Smiling and tired yet, full of a new life that gives you wings to fly.

Today I'm getting one step closer to the butterfly. Today I take baby steps. 

Then, a voice inside me says, " Is this good? Is this good?"

...and I realise I don't know.

I found a place where nothing is impossible...but is it real or was my cocoon safer. Sometimes we wish we could fly and then when we do...why, OH! WHY...do we worry and fret tryimg to think three steps ahead. As humans, are we to feel that happiness cannot be ours to steal. Do we deserve it. Are we who we are...or just that beautiful "Chrysalis" that is so strangely beautiful from afar.

As the night draws in and my thoughts grow small...into my cacoon I wish to crawl. Safe and sound from the world outside, touched  by no one by my side.

Tomorrow will I spread my wings...and become a butterfly with a million dreams.

                                 

                                    

                                     An Awesome Read
 

I got ‘The Amazing Racist’ by Chhimi Tenduf-La, as a birthday present...and this is by far the best ever gift of a book I have ever gotten. I just loved it. I haven’t laughed out loud while reading a book in a long time. My whole family were giving me strange looks as I just kept reading and laughing, an almost permanent grin on my face. I haven’t spoilt myself taking non-stop – ‘me time,’ the way I did with this book. I only stopped to coach my 7 year old daughter with her exams...then back to reading while eating, while everyone else slept, and well into the wee hours of the morning. I just couldn’t put the book down. 

                                                                 

‘She kicked me in the stomach, onto Uncle Thilak’s leather chair. His throne. The chair in the portrait behind his desk. Now my bare arse against it. Sticking to it. Sweating on it. Leaning over me, she swooshed her hair across my bare legs, against my chest. Her muscular legs held her above me without touching. Teasing. The greatest bloody tease of all time.’

This is just one scene that I loved, but the best parts are the conversations between Uncle Thilak and Eddie (suddha) that are rib tickling, reeking with sarcasm with an unbeatable witty flow to the words, that make you hate and love the old fellow at the same time. Your descriptions are so colourful.The way you portray Sri Lanka hilarious yet, so touching that reading this is like looking at a spectacular painting of a myriad colours.

The style of writing is so engaging that you just have to turn that page and keep going and going and, going. The humour is excellent and the plot is simply lovely. It’s the kind of book that’s not just captivating, it HOLDS YOU CAPTIVE! You just have to read it till you finish it...and when you do, you just sit back and wish the story hadn’t ended, that there was just a little more. Just a little bit more to chew on.

I finished the book and then thought...really, this guy is genius. You had made me laugh all through the book, fall in love with an old sarcastic character I would normally dislike and then, feel that feeling...

...I can only compare to as the type of satisfaction you get after you have just indulged in a delicious dessert and you finish the last drop, practically lick the dish dry and then you have that unbearable urge to have - just that one spoon more.

Well, that was the exact feeling that I felt when I reached the last few lines.

Oh! I just loved your book and I just can’t wait for the other book you say you are writing to come out.

An Awesome Read

I got ‘The Amazing Racist’ by Chhimi Tenduf-La, as a birthday present...and this is by far the best ever gift of a book I have ever gotten. I just loved it. I haven’t laughed out loud while reading a book in a long time. My whole family were giving me strange looks as I just kept reading and laughing, an almost permanent grin on my face. I haven’t spoilt myself taking non-stop – ‘me time,’ the way I did with this book. I only stopped to coach my 7 year old daughter with her exams...then back to reading while eating, while everyone else slept, and well into the wee hours of the morning. I just couldn’t put the book down.                                                                   
‘She kicked me in the stomach, onto Uncle Thilak’s leather chair. His throne. The chair in the portrait behind his desk. Now my bare arse against it. Sticking to it. Sweating on it. Leaning over me, she swooshed her hair across my bare legs, against my chest. Her muscular legs held her above me without touching. Teasing. The greatest bloody tease of all time.’

This is just one scene that I loved but the best parts are the conversations between Uncle Thilak and Eddie (suddha) that are rib tickling, reeking with sarcasm with an unbeatable witty flow to the words, that make you hate and love the old fellow at the same time.                                                                                                                    

The style of writing is so engaging that you just have to turn that page and keep going and going and, going. The humour is excellent and the plot is simply lovely. It’s the kind of book that’s not just captivating, it HOLDS YOU CAPTIVE! You just have to read it till you finish it...and when you do, you just sit back and wish the story hadn’t ended, that there was just a little more. Just a little bit more to chew on.

Oh! I just loved your book and I just can’t wait for the other book you say you are writing to come out.

Just one of those Days

You ever have 'just one of those days'...when everything seems to be just a little off center,
or nothing exactly looks quite the way you want it to? 

Today turned out to be exactly that for me...and as a certain someone said, 
"sometimes you have days like that," Hmm! I thought and sighed silently 
as I wasn't even getting the attention I wanted and I did feel 
an attention deficit mounting mild irritation yet, can one blame me when - it's
one of those days :)
I had so much to do and then again everything bored me almost to tears. the fact that
I rarely shed one is besides the point. You see I consider myself 
bad-ass tough (even though I may not look it) and tears are not on the agenda but,
today everything seemed to bring a frown and 
smiles were hidden like the sun behind clouds that scuttle by. 

Then I watched the Cobbler with Adam Sandler 
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=the+cobbler+trailer+adam+sandler

...an interesting story that was wrapped around a cobblers stitching wheel that had a magical side to it. But what really caught my interest on this particular night, when I was feeling like I would rather have something a little more interesting in my life- was the fact that you have got to walk in another man's shoes to know his path. 
The ups and downs the interesting tit bits; what makes him tick. 
Its like a bad dog looking in on a good dog looking out. 
No one really understands anthers way 
until he walks in the shoes of another. and...

...I realized that sometimes the life we have isn't all that bad after all. 
Yes! it could be better and 
would be nice if dreams were wishes and 
I had wings to fly-to where I want to 
when I want to and, 
at the time I really feel like doing so.

But, sometimes those random feelings, those witty words and a few crazy punch lines 
are nicer than you realize. Even though at times you may wish there was more to it.
Funny that it takes something like a story line in a movie 
to make you stop. 
Take stock. And be thankful for the little bit of 'this and that' you have that is after all 
quite a lot of what makes your world go round.

Suddenly its not one of those days...I have got a sense of release after typing it all out...almost as much satisfaction as I could want in one night and now I am ready at 1.53 am to call it a night.

A thought does cross my mind...Oh! and what would the guru of; sleep on time say ?

                           A New Year in March

a new dawn

a new day when my mind

is swept away.

smile, a touch

my heat beat 

a song that steals a kiss

discovered new desires

flow through

quickening pulse

excites 

eyes taken in by

the dew on your 

sweet lips

focus, see

what awaits

should keep moving

or hesitate

wonder under a 

silver moon

new beginings

thoughts engulfed

with burning 

desire

my heated pulse

deep breaths 

body sweats

skin so hot

make it yet

through another 

shot

to touch to feel

to hold to have

its hard to think

whats wrong

whats right

will it pass

the surge of 

under current 

words the pictures

in the night

one for another

a fair exchange

can hearts

entangle

in an embrace

longing aches 

a touch of skin

can take me on

an ultimate limb

stand still

stand safe

time will play

its deck 

for you

moonlit nights

of silvery hew

will make 

their way in

when they 

enter you

Midnight Read

I relaxed and sat back against the pillows. Unwinding after a tiring day is definitely something I have realized I need to do.

What I read was very nice and really surprised me. Sometimes some people have hidden talents that really surprise you. Why? simply because it doesn't stand out and it is almost invisible in their character. Yet there it was. A hidden talent I witnessed as I read...a friends poetry, that I must say was very nice.

A inteligent log of great depth, and musings of an everyday kind...all there to capture the mind and explore the life of another...within the words that spill out on paper; in this case typed neatly and logged out in place for interested eyes to see.