Time Space & Me

I m sitting in the foyer, on the chair in slightly odd position....my legs are flying high on the fence....otherwise vulgar in a sense. The night is maturing like a median in her puberty.....pitch dark yet mellow n ripened. The bulbs and tubes, incandiscent glowing like the fireflies delivers u of kneejerking frission....the delight of the happening night. Its raining here....and i see the rain drops twinkling in the lamp, like a shooting stars they disappear in the dark. The tiny droplets of rain, bullied by the buzzing gush land on my screen...then they enliven into the crystals of rainbows.....hue of colours intimidating the momentary lust. The chilly north escorting the unespected rush bites on my birthday suites....the tiny hairs stand on anticipatation...millions of goose bumps mushrooming around....the feelings so intense it combusts the lone heart charring into the pyre of sombar shadow in a smudge. Then she dances, the entity of my love....magical ether who touched me just few sunrises back....i feast on her curves n cascading falls....rising peaks and buldging rolles...like an Arabian dunes and the pacific waves...seamlessly rippling in her own beauty. The gaze flows as far as it may....dissolves into itself...evolves and flies....like billions of barnacles....zillions of floaters....just to thaw into nothingness. She stares at me.....from faraway...extends her hope....dreadfully aware of the moment.........Sunna Nee the dream that came n the dream that went.......she stood.....she clung she cleave like the clapper....i resonated, i echoed into utopic persona.....the buddha in her love, the karmic nirvana.