Ice on fire ~ The Burning begins….!!!!!

Chapter:3

She was feather – weight for his well toned arms. He gave himself a sheepish smile as though patting on his shoulders for the right move of  carrying her on his arms as she lay like a mannequin perching her eyes on  him. The walk over to their bedroom din’t take him more then a few seconds he felt, but it was precisely a walk he had made with her. Time had no track when they were together. The King -sized bed looked perfectly made-up for the night and he was yearning for her to drench all his desires and wants, that he had been dreaming of ever since he had seen her at the Oscars.  He dropped her down on her toes and the chill floor hurt her well pedicured toes before even she could say it out her lips were moistened and she sensed him encroaching as he whispered in her ears, “You don’t know how much you have been driving me crazy”  ever since I saw you at the Oscars. She smiled and she was contagious.

He hated himself at his vulnerability while she was with him and he smiled too, his hands slowly working on her garment, she was neither wearing a Victoria’s gown nor was she wearing a Paris Fashion week’s designer outfit, all she was wearing was nothing less than a Yellow color laced dress. Well stitched with beautiful thin straps adding more beauty to her flawless skin and making her shoulders look perfectly crafted. Her hair that was tied up while she saw him at the door made its way down from the hold of his hands behind her neck bringing a shiver over her spine. She took silence as her bridesmaid and it was not a laborious act for him to work on her garments. ” Wonderful” he uttered seeing her same color laced lingerie, he praised her sense of clothing nevertheless he remembered he was with Merya Caroline now.. She wanted to speak, she wanted to let him know how much she missed him, she wanted to say… before that her swollen lips were again moist against his and she was just a cub for a mulled tiger. Looking straight into her eyes, he told: I shall give you time to talk when it’s time to talk; but now as I told you before when ” It’s time to play I definitely play”  she was startled by the way he was being cold with her and she fell more than ever for this man’s attitude as always…

she could feel his grip over her waist and his sound well toned muscles almost staved her, she cried with intermittently occurring pain and pleasure, her grip over his shoulders begets loud and calm sounds of both, she felt yanked, wrapped, and.. and.. and…  and she muttered I need….. I….. I…. there she was lying with left over remnant of energy merely trying to open her eyes.. and while she did she could feel glimmer of lights hurting her eyes.. she was neither wearing a yellow color laced dress, nor her hair was laid down, neither was she was placed in her king-sized bedroom.. nor she was against him….. she lay silent looking at the ceiling with beautiful chandeliers falling down.. she opened her eyes wholly and she saw herself placed in her couch… her hair still tied up and her eyes awaiting… her mind and soul thinking about Steve Marshall. She never knew when she had fallen asleep yesterday thinking about Steve Marshall in his Black blazer…. She felt it was like Alice in Wonderland….

Will her dreams come true……….!!!!!!!!   

This too shall pass…..

Chapter:2

The sound of the chirping birds made her get up from the bed looking merciless with her morning beauty still and sterile she took the magazine lying on the table heading Top 10 most powerful women on the world and her name stood first. Ms. Caroline, Her full name Merya Caroline. How could she  take over the Hollywood by storm? How could this lady of 26 be the princess of 26 billion hearts??  This too shall pass!

From the grossly success of her previous Oscar winning movie, she returned in her limousine making all eyes prey on her. She was indeed a women who all men in the industry wanted to be with multitudinously. For a minute as to strike a pose or to dine with the wine, never lessened their fantasies for the dame standing in front of them making love to the camera. Her peach pearl crafted backless Victoria’s gown with the stitch of a thin red embroided deep neckline made men in black stagger. She surely made the ladies grip over their partners arm go a tad stronger, lest they were scared on their men’s weakness and envied on her strength. Her smile, as though telepathy hit her she gave sheer look with her eyes so calm and silent, one of the most beautiful eyes which can sink a man was hers. Dark black eyes with lusting long eye-lashes, and her killing looks with her silky long straight hair made men go grip on their…… she chuckled.

This too shall pass…….

She had seen him over with the lady on the night at the award function, her rivalry with him became more stronger. Caroline had no intent for men around and that was a turn on for them. She was composite, From Bombay to Beverly hills was semblance of her volition to choose the best from the worst..  The only assertion she could chant was: This too shall pass and that was the beginning towards her destination. She knew none could decipher her, other than one name… Caroline remained silent, The name hit her hard.. The name which she is trying hard for a while now to forget, Marshall. His full name Steve Marshall.. he was her salvation.

He had seen her like a small town girl years behind walking alone on the road and he happen to talk to her, and she was less aware he was the heartthrob of Hollywood which made no difference to her and that made all difference to him. He had been arrogant and arousing..Could have he felt her jasmine perfume as she passed by, she wondered, could have he seen her passing by she questioned, could have he sensed how much she hated the lady beside him Yes! Came an answer, she gave no ears to that Yes! Marshall.. he had seen her in all her up’s and her down’s.. he had admired her like a silent spectator..

As she merged in her own thoughts speaking to herself, she voiced out.. you are a strong girl.. and it was acknowledged by Yes! His words spoke she stood still; less too scared to see him, it made her hands stretch for the pitcher…she gulped a cold glass of water, her heart skipped a beat all loused-up. She could sense his presence, his strong perfume of Azzaro hit her straight. It was his smell.. It was Marshall standing behind, Steve Marshall, It was his sonic which wanted her to turn around and run to his arms.. She with all her heart had to stand up now, she knew she could melt, she swallowed the lump down, he was all that she desired for at this minute and she knew he was her lair and there stood he magnificent in his black suite. She was an Ice while he was her Fire.. She owed him her life… her love.. her beauty.. herself  that which she was never able to explain to him why..  For once and for last he opened his arms wide for the most powerful women of substance to melt.. and she melted like an Ice on Fire.

This Too Shall Pass…….

498 Nights – A Journey towards the spectrum

Chapter:1

When a dripping wet female yelled his name, he was insentient to even try stopping his eyes from roaming over all of her. There she was standing in front of him fully wet from the rain which had made all its point to drench her out, his eyes scanning her to make her feel the flesh under her skin go strong.

Mr. Dan! She shook her hands with him, the tactile made him shiver. I have been told by my mother we would be meeting. He realized her presence with the strong smell of her jasmine perfume and her hair covering almost half of her face nebulously visible. She was wearing a well designed work of pink color salwar made of silk almost sticking her body revealing her curves which added more elegance to her. She cursorily with her well manicured fingers tried to put the strand of her hair behind her ears, her beauty detestable was incessantly admired and she felt she was not being heard.  Mr. Dan! She called his name again and he remembered he had to answer, Oh yes! Mrs. Naik did tell me about our meeting, he replied. The first meeting towards their hand holding started. As they walked toward the porch of the coffee shop breeze hit her face making her feel even more colder, she could still feel the brace of his hand shake on her palm, She knew she is being inspected on her every single move! She blushed. They perched soon after they could find a place to rest and the talk started.

Contemporary! Its being difficult to return to the present thought Ms. Merya, holding a cup of brew, vividly pictures of Mr. Dan and her passing by, with the lone strand of tear falling into her cup of brew making it savor never made a difference, may be she is use to this cup of brew more than the normal one, after all it was of her 498 nights of remembrance she was trying to melt out. The thorns of his thoughts, his wide shoulders, his first tactile, his first breath, his first touch on her most expensive lipstick being…. there came a sonic which hindered her thought process bringing her to The reality. The reality detestable, The reality equipage!  The reality she was being separated from him, The reality… her engagement being broken! She felt a sharp sword cutting her throat right away straight and entering her heart made her gasp for a breath, made her chock! Made her shout out!! She was trying to gasp for a breath, She was in the grip of his arms, trying to move her face that was curving down for his command, the hold so strong making him less altruistic to let go off her, he persisted with his strong muscle and vigor over her, she was surprised on the fact of her eccentricity, she knew she had to get a gasp of breath now!! Mr. Dan, she took her lips off from his so that she could breath, he replied in his most masculine tone, call me Dan by taking her one strand of her hair and placing beside her ear so that he could get a view of her most beautiful face which is almost pink now. Her thoughts summated, encysting with only one question to the mind just enough to drain her out why would he have to do this to her, when he was aware of not standing by his commitments, her heart inhibited.

Undimensional with his idiosyncrasy that was startling her made her weep on the phone, soon after they were engaged he flew to the United States of America, A country that could keep one on their toes.  The phone calls which once made her melt was making her melt now too but marking a demarcation. The mysticism was shaken, the reasons were lots but the infinite truth was, he wasn’t prepared for the marriage.  She knew her love towards him was infallible but now he was militate on her. He needed this break -up more than anyone else in the world did. The voice of Dan saying, sorry Merya, I’m not dwelling into this drama of your tears, the words bolted a thunderstorm to her heart.  The whim and decay of his promises and vow’s put her into contemplation. She voiced out, Its Over!!!  with the brew almost salty now with a rainfall of her tears and as cold as her heart now is, the 498 nights… She remembered turning over their engagement album, which now a trifle made her feel direful. She wondered looking at the cosmic trying to search the nebulous almost ebbing, made her thoughts come to cessation. She knew she should stop the symbiotic.  She looked at the album once for the last time.

Merya knew she should be in present to forget the past, the past not easily forgettable, the engagement which is well-nigh over, her heart quivering, regression taking her back and forth making her a pendulum. A mutation is all that she wanted now, fleetness to foot and become a stoics. A bell rang disturbing her thoughts making her understand the time which took her by from evening sunset to seeing the sparkling stars from her balcony, she wipes the dried up tear from her face needless it needed a whip, keeping the cold black coffee aside, closing the album she remembered a saying long read.

This too shall pass…. 

She deciphered her 498 night’s coffees..  The journey towards the spectrum began!

Butterflies on Blackberry

"The New Era Girl"

While I was searching for an apt title to baptise my very own blog for the day, due care was taken to select one; but none did the justice as much as my sister’s derelict blog’s name did. Butterflies on Blackberry, one could see it as contradicting, others could see it as a symbiotic and I see it as the dynamic principle of existence ~ The Survival. Hitherto it was mystic, impede and deranged not getting a precision over what it takes to be a  butterfly on a blackberry or being a blackberry or being just a butterfly or being none. The state of being a marionette is something which we have always been going through. A truth which we tend to deny but accept it with the denial.

Unwittingly we are cognizant about ourselves, our desires, our quest, our thirst and our dreams which takes us through the terra incognita. Circumventing and returning to the portals of destiny is what that makes or breaks a person. In today’s competitive world one needs to have profusion of positive energy to survive in this pedantic world. Nomenclatures do exists in strata of life like a jigsaw puzzle which with justice and usage of science of mind can perish these postulates.  As the existence of excitement leads to exploration of an adventure, we try to explore being in the women hood taking up responsibilities to leverage from one stage to another like a panama canal. Engrossed in the arsenal of  unconscious mind lies the conscious truth of ignorance.  Relentlessly going through arduous actions making up to the career ladder had almost left all the butterflies a dragon! Making them forget about their heat was once generated to give the push for them to come from the womb and today the same heat is generated to burn all existence around.  Once the serenity which was admired by others is today her’s sanitarium! Once the invariant ability to fragment the relationships is today her indictment! Once the golden age of Greece is today whistling while the Rome is burning.  Repression and supposition has never recourse  the virtue of being the she who she is.

Neither tomes nor tantrums can resolve the tangle which she is postulated around herself. The frontier should be pondered and cleared within herself  to be a butterfly without burning her wings! she is one who has been there as an existence of mass for eon. She is not the one to be considered as woe but to be considered as the consecrated. She denies the echelon not because she is scared of but she is sacred of. She flies with her own colors of life making her beautiful, sensitive and blissful either to be admired in the axioms or as just a mere wall paper as long as she is admired she remains a butterfly on the blackberry!