The Picture Perfect

How much time is enough? What test is affirmative? Which word is assuring? When is picture perfect?

It’s hardly been enough lengthy to tell its long, nor it feels like yesterday. The first meet felt like they had been strangers all the while who knew each other since ages. The touch felt like the same hands they have been holding since long, yet they touched each other for the first time. Presence of kith and kin made no difference. They went into the oblivion of existence of the world beyond us. Though the touch assured of a known soul, the spark was distinctly electrifying. They defied physics and time; may be love is surreal. The hearts break into million pieces to gather strength for the second rendezvous. That is when they knew they are meant to be. But still they had no idea what they were meant to be. She knew ecstasy of joy; she tasted orgasm; she rejoiced life. 

The duration that parts the departure and arrival is such that the hearts shelter in hibernation. The excitement to see her lover was like a slow poison. The gravity felt a little more that night. The water flowed a little slow. The hunger felt a little like thirst. The seconds felt a little like minutes. The mirror felt a little brittle. The wind felt a little like breeze. Everything had slowed down for her. The tiny beep of WhatsApp brought her back to the mainland. He was at the gate. That is when she realised she had been living on an island all this while. She was not really waiting, knowing that he was arriving. Yet, the rush to hug him ended the wait of the epoch. 

He was sincerely worried if the destination was accurate. Because it was she who was his destination. He now knew he landed. He knew he could settle for her. Her moment-seizing hug justified his flight. He was not startled. He was calm enough to go springy on feet and kiss his beloved. The caterpillar could not continue in the cocoon any more; he tore into the open space and took her into his wings. He assured the flower of incarnation of Eros. He drew his fingers in her open hair and held her at waist and kissed her lips like sucking a red strawberry. Her neck was the victim every time they consummated. 

To others, the sun rise may mean the start the day. To them, the sun set was beautiful. When the world gave in to sleep, they woke up to sound; sound that pleased his supremacy; sound that welcomed her to submissiveness. In the known dimension they created a parallel universe of love and joy. There was something extraordinary about their every ordinary act. Time was limited to the walls, but stretched across the long shore into the sea. They overpowered every wave, created memories, whispered under the starry skies, rolled tears in the dark nights, laughed with the morning breeze, showered to serve the bodies, cajoled to celebrate souls; above all, they kissed to quench the thirst of love. The more they kissed, the more it became necessary to cater to the draught. He served; she endowed. They lived a thousand lives in every passing moment. Every stranger was happy know him, finally. She was proud to have him beside her, hand in hand, eyes bowed and chin up. After all, he had ventured into her wilds; she had glowed against the sun. She had become the shoreline. he had become the wetness the waves leave behind. They existed where the sun met the sea, the moon disappeared behind the stars, the world danced to coffee-music. 

When asked how the picture appealed him, he replied “complete”.

Today he is put to test. Their future depends on a mundane score. She is contemplating, restless. He is faring for them. She holds his success in her ceaseless prayer. He fixates on the bull’s eye. They are like the clouds floating free to form shapes to only eyes of imagination. They seek mercy of the heavens to be the balm to their thwarting distance. They seek the refuge of hell to break loose to annihilate the pain of two bodies. When a soul splits in to two bodies, it audits fate. Time challenges; love answers to every fool and power equally. It is only a matter of fact that fragrance cannot be segregated from its flower. They have let the universe turn in its vibes to be merciful. Don’t you know that love is not to want peace, but to serve.