Wednesday, 28 December 2016

the first meeting





and you came to me, as if guided by a star
that tragic autumn, stepping
into that irrevocably ruined house
from whence had flown a flock of burnt verse
~~~ anna akhmatova, the complete poems ~~~


the first meeting.





i just saw the first meeting of asr and khushi with the sound on mute. there was something almost indestructible, elemental, in those moments, when his eyes seem to "scroll" down her face and come to rest on her innocent, parted, almost inviting lips, as she panics and feels other things, tilt up to her transfixed gaze on this stranger's face, forbidding and scary, then back to his eyes, now scrolling up, slowly, deliberately, as though a purpose in that look. not a word is spoken yet such extreme communication there. what happened to him as he looked at the lips seemed to have an impact, his eyes retracing their steps have added a note of insult, insolence, cruelty almost... as if a violation of her is the aim... yet something has happened to the one who looks too. it is there in his dark deliberate eyes... maybe it was this confusion that set in immediately which made it imperative for him to quash her, obliterate her, banish her. she had hit a spot and stoked a wound under his skin.







journeys end in lovers meeting
~~~ wiliam shakepeare, twelfth night ~~~












n i s h a n a   e p i s o d e s
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fan fiction






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