Tuesday, October 23, 2012

The purple kurta

Lingering around the wall with a mug of coffee;I told him not to wear the purple kurta again. I wanted to bother him desperately, viciously spreading my desire through my eyes. His innocence was tangentially falling prey to my naughtiness and I was extracting every bit of sweetness from it.

The latitudinal and longitudinal lines on the kurta with swollen threads created a palpation of its own , the tinkling and sparkling color mystified the appearance and the texture consolidated the love struck feel.I wandered through the straight crossing lines just to rediscover my mischief. Sipping slowing, drop by drop of coffee, I nurtured and caressed it.

I was having caffeine and he was ashing his shyness, dipping himself into the pool of attraction,  while he was searching for the other deep blue kurta. I went through a ionic spark witnessing the white cloudy contours on the blue oceanic flavor which was capable of engulfing my feelings. I was ready to throw my waves of wickedness on it.

But his continuous search revealed the existence of one more purple kurta, duplicating the previous one. He acted ignorant to its abstinence and I was struck with a dilemma of distributing my affection in different forms and flavors. I was again trapped within the intricate opening of sparkling mystery or probably I was just fascinated to everything that belonged to him, I tried distributing my like wives to something else but the repulsion was evidently impossible.

Its not about twin kurta brothers or the blue cousin , its only a possessive link that wants to catch hold of his every belonging. To knit every emotion,every kiss, every touch into a small muffler to cuddle around with every breath.

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