Scared of dying, are you?

"Are you scared of dying?"

This unanswered question loomed in the air before my head, as if a sword looming over someone almost at the mercy of their enemy. But then I thought, only to say, "Do you feel the pain of seeing two lovers embrace at the end of a drama or a movie? Supposedly a happy ending, but your heart asks your heart to stop beating for just a minute …because this can never ever be yours."

"Are you scared of dying?"

Every oft-repeated question looks for an answer. But instead, my shaking hands sat clenched together, the green veins showing through the frail skin that might rip apart any second. "Do you understand how it feels to wake up in the middle of the night to hear a whisper, just to remind yourself, you're going to be fine? Off, on, off and on again…until it doesn't work anymore."



"Are you scared of dying?"

Closing my tired eyes and feeling that hidden chain running across through my fingers, I can realize the restlessness in the groovy voice that came from the shadows. "You know how we hide some our deepest secrets under our pillows. And the one secret that my pillow hides are the endless tears I turn over every morning... just so no one knows I'm in pain."

"Are you scared of dying?"

And this time I made it a point to not wander with my answer. Only two kinds of people do not fear death; they neither laugh, nor cry, or even a hint of a sound. They won't hide, they won't try to defend themselves. They will look at death in the eyes, often even with that curved smile on their face. And …I smiled. "There are only two kinds of people who are not scared of dying!"

"Really, who are they?"

"The broken…and the brave."

Be there, forever.

They sit in a coffee shop, with snowflakes licking the windows, begging to be let in and to glorify everything with their crystalline glaze.

He gestures wildly with his hands, as he falls more and more in depth with his story, captivating he’s sure, more than himself.  He pauses momentarily, to sip from his hot chocolate, the sweet warmth caressing his throat and then exhales in appreciation.  He catches her eye, encouraging him to continue with his story.  He leans closer, placing his left elbow (making sure to push his shirt sleeves up first, of course) on the small, round table separating them before diving into his story once more, trying his best to quell the butterflies raging in his stomach.

The first two buttons of his shirt collar had been undone, revealing the fair skin of his neck. She sips her coffee, grateful for its bitter taste as she tries not to notice the smooth angles of his collarbone.

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Above her, laid the young man she loved dearly. His eyes were narrowly open, gazing down at the beautiful maiden below him. He could feel her arms around his neck, her legs against his…inside her. His cheeks, were burning with affection, as did his heart. And every single time he moved forward, a shock-wave of love could be felt throughout their entire bodies.

Before long, Virat closed his and moved faster, the fire in his heart burning more wild. Anyesha held onto the boy as close and tightly as she could, vowing never to let go. Her chest, heaving from the giant breaths she took as the sensations grew higher and higher deep inside her.

Just as she could feel as she could hold it any longer, she pulled herself up and pressed her lips against the boys above her, and her entire body tensed. Her muscles tightened and as if given a cue, Virat pushed one final time, as deep as he could, and held himself there, returning the kiss Anyesha planted onto him.

After a few seconds of no movement, Anyesha slowly and softly broke the kiss, and gently lowered herself back onto the bed, gasping for air. Virat took deep breaths as well, beads of sweat covering both their uncovered bodies.

Anyesha took several deep breaths before opening her eyes to the young man above her, gazing gently back down at. She gazed into his deep eyes for the longest time before letting a small smile escape her lips. Virat smiled at the sight and gently cupped her cheek, softly caressing the skin upon her face.

Anyesha could still feel him, deep inside her body, and made no complaint. She smiled lovingly up at him and made no hint to leave her interior. 

“Virat…you’re so amazing…I love you, so much.” She said in a soft, loving voice.  Virat couldn’t help but to blush a little and continued to stroke her cheek. 

“My love burns more then you could ever know, Anyesha…” He said back in the same tone. As if reading her mind, Virat slowly pulled halfway out of her, and then softly thrusts back in, giving the girl a slight shiver as she recoiled her body a little. She moaned slightly and smiled, closing her eyes and holding the boy close to her. 

“Ohhh…I love you…every time you do that…” She said in a soft, sighing voice. Virat smiled lightly and gently pecked her lips, keeping still once more.

“I know, what you like…” He said, somewhat flirty but there was love and gentleness in his voice. Anyesha giggled softly and sighed gazing up into his eyes once more.

Anyesha though, this time, stared much deeper into his eyes, and her smile slightly faded.

“Virat…” She said almost inaudibly, slowly tightening her arms around him. “Can you…stay inside me? Until we wake up, tomorrow?” She said very softly. “I just…want to feel you, when I fall asleep tonight.” She peered into his soul with wanting eyes, so Virat returned the gaze and smiled back down, softly nodding. 

“Of course…anything, for you.” He said, immediately creating a smile on her face once more before she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, her chest rising and then falling.

Virat smiled and gently rested his body on top of hers, their stomachs touching, their chests touching. Virat softly rested his head over the girls shoulder and both of their faces pointed to each other. Anyesha, by just knowing, leaned forward and gave Virat and light peck on the lips, without even opening her eyes. Virat blushed and closed his eyes as well, sighing and wrapping his arms loosely around the girls body. 

The two laid there together, still joined.

Before The Candle Burns Out...

No, she did not feel naked. He was loving her soul inside her body.
 
Her breathing was uneven and shallow. His was no different.

There he was, on top of her, his glorious eyes piercing her beautiful ones. She blushed furiously and he smiled as he bent down to kiss her coral lips. The more she blushed, the prettier she seemed to him.

Her hands, already snaked around his neck, now knotted themselves in his hair, pulling him closer to herself, closer and closer still.

His fingers tingled her as they trailed across her naked form, arousing sensations that she had never felt, had never known to be existent.

She shivered. He kissed her harder, deeper.

Fingers intertwined, legs entangled, it was difficult to find one’s beginning and the other’s end.

They lost track of time, each moment a bliss, each pain an ecstasy.



A small whimper escaping her lips made him stop. She opened her eyes, worried, and found his eyes boring into her own, again. She smiled at him, raised her head and kissed his lips lovingly. and he pushed her down as he kissed her back passionately.

Moments later he let out an almost inaudible moan of satisfaction.

Her cheeks flushed, her entire being trembled. The beauty of this pain and pleasure was indescribable, much like the rainbow.

He kissed her forehead, her eyes, her warm pink cheeks and her lips.

“I love you” he whispered huskily, quite out of breath.

“I love you” she whispered back in a strained but happy voice.

            I am breathing in your love,

And, my life I am breathing out,

We don’t have much time, love,

Before the candle burns out...

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About the author : Subtly expressive, with that bowtie smile. Thoughts whirling and winding but most of them lost, she is a writer without ink and quill. A doll, with a beautiful face of porcelain white and many dreams; a mystery to many – Henna Multani, and such a sweetheart to me.

Just say you love me..

Don't just hear or read

   _Instead
      rest your heart

   with my heart
and feel

Because more than words, that fade


     I want my Love
To resonate

   In your soul
  Throughout the years to come

So, you know

Absolutely everything...

Before She Left.

 

As he looked at the people around him enjoying themselves at the annual autumn fair, he wondered where his beloved, Pari was. She was going out of town for a couple of days and had promised to meet him before she left.

The sun was playing hide and seek with the clouds shining in the golden light as the day was drawing to an end.

He checked his watch, it was almost five. He smiled as he watched little children play near the beautiful blue lake beneath the oak trees that grew tall and strong.

He closed his eyes as the soft autumn breeze caressed his face and thought about her. He could recall each and every detail- her silvery voice, her big blue eyes, her luxuriant chestnut-brown hair, her dimply smile, her pale skin so clear that the bluish veins were almost visible on her delicate wrists and hands, her long neck and her adorable, absolutely adorable non-stop chattering.

He opened his eyes and laughed as her some long-forgotten silly joke came back to his mind.

Silly girl, he thought to himself and smiled again.

“You called me?”

It was her, he could recognize her voice anywhere. He turned around and there she was, smiling gloriously. Even after all this time, he could never prevent his heart from skipping a beat whenever he saw her.

“Finally!” he pretended to be angry, crossing his arms on his chest.

“Aw, sorry! I got stuck.” she grinned, “I’m here now.”

“Hmm.” he smiled. He could not get mad with her.

“Come,” she said, extending her right hand.

“Where?” he asked, holding her outstretched hand tightly.

“You’ll see.” she smiled her mysterious smile.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, childishly.

“I miss you each moment I am not with you.” she pouted and he laughed.

They walked slowly away from the crowded fair. He did not know where she was taking him, nor did he care. Knowing her, it had to be something beautiful or important or both.

Another gust of breeze made him sneeze and he looked in his pockets for a handkerchief but in vain.

“Here.” she said, giving him one from her purse.

“Thanks.” he smiled and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“Have you ever thought what you would do without me?” she asked playing with his fingers.

“Why would I want to even think about that?” he questioned, surprised.

“Oh, come on! I just asked. Don’t look so horrified!” she replied, her smile, for once, not lighting up her eyes.

She turned away her face before he could be sure that he had noticed some anomaly.

They had almost reached the end of the cobbled path which gave way to the dusty and then the metalled road.

“Why are we going out of the fair? I thought you wanted to take the rides, eat rubbish and have fun?” he teased her.

“Yeah, yeah. But, there is something you need to know, first.” she smiled her ‘new’ smile again.

Before he could ask her anything he heard some commotion. He looked around and saw a crowd gathered at the turn of the road. Some thing must have happened.

“What’s going on there?” she asked.

“No idea. Come on, let’s see.” he said pulling her.

“I’ll stay here.”

“What?”

“You go, I don’t feel so good.”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she smiled, “you go and see what happened.”

“I can’t leave you here!”

“Go,” she kissed him and pushed him away.

He walked away, a bit confused. A huge silver truck had skidded into the opposite lane at the turn, crushing the black BMW convertible against the mountainside. The car looked oddly familiar as he closed in on the scene.

The police were keeping the people from coming too close. The ambulance siren grew louder as it got nearer.

He let out a horrified scream as he recognized the wrecked car. Two policemen stopped him from coming closer.

“Let go off me!” he shouted.

She was scared, that is why she did not want to come here.

Suddenly, he stopped struggling. He turned around and, there she was, exactly where he had left her. The wind blew her hair and her pretty green sundress. He could see every feature of her very clearly, as though she was standing merely inches before his face. He smiled and she smiled back, so beautifully that it stopped his heart. She raised her hand a little and waved slowly.

 “Look, they’ve finally managed to take out the body...” someone from the crowd spoke and he turned around again.

The body was grossly covered in blood.

“Pari!” the words choked him.

He was bewildered, his head spun.

He looked around, but could no longer see Pari.

“Pari!” he screamed as he ran towards the body.

His hands were drenched in blood as he snatched her body away from the stretcher.

“Pari!” he wailed.

She had not broken her promise, even though she had died. She had come to see him before she left, for ever.

Her life ended. His world ended..

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About the author : Subtly expressive, with that bowtie smile. Thoughts whirling and winding but most of them lost, she is a writer without ink and quill. A doll, with a beautiful face of porcelain white and many dreams; a mystery to many – Henna Multani, and such a sweetheart to me.