chocolate coated strawberries

May 20

after that day the blue umbrella did not get a chance to go out in rain.. cos he always wanted to be in rain.. with his rain..
what do u like most..?
cherries or strawberries?

rain asked him one day.. she asked that question when they were walking under the green shade, catching those mischievous rain drops jumping from one little green leaf to other.. and then on to them..

I like strawberries..
he said.. after tasting a cherry and then a strawberry.. one after other..
juicy sourness of strawberries invaded his tongue and forced him to spell out,

s t r a w b e r r I e s

if you haven't tasted strawberries dipped in chocolate you have missed a lot Mr blue..

strawberries dipped in chocolate…
that strange combination did not arouse any feeling of taste in him.
what he felt was a confusion of taste..

after that, specific period of time did not have any record in his memories..
it was kind of sudden cut in to the next scene.. as in a film done by some bad director.. or we can call him experimental..

rain and blue were sitting on the beach.. looking at rain and getting wet with it at the same time.. blue stares at the sea..
sky was moving with heavy clouds…wore in black and gray..
near the hazy horizon, through those dense clouds, a strange silver rays were cast on to the sea..
all were in the shades of black and silver..

she had a packet of chocolate coated strawberries on her palms..
and he was eating one after other.. letting the juiciness of it to drip down through his veins.. and to touch his blood..
taste of it flashed lines of Goosebumps on his skin..
she was thrilled as the storm.. seeing him hitting head on clouds..
sea was goin crazy as his mind..
big waves were trying to reach sky but failed…and fell on to them, making their everything taste like sea..
even she felt a different taste in strawberries when its soaked in sea..

he met his rain

he knew her steps.. with those beautiful toes.. they were not sinking in to the little ponds suddenly appeared and filled with water.. her toes were gliding on them, splashing water in to thousand pieces..
it was the first day he saw her.. but he couldn’t stop dreaming those toes wet with water.. they splashed thousand pieces of water on to his glasses; wet dreams..

then there was a second day.. same rain was there.. he was waiting til she comes.. dancing.. people were there too.. with their black and white umbrellas.. and he was under his blue one.. he folded down his umbrella time to time as he was checking how rain falls.. hard or soft.. actually it was what he supposed to show.. he really wanted to get wet.. when she comes he really wanted to be with water dripping down from his hair.. he wanted to feel the rain as her cold finger tips touching his face.. most of all he wanted her to feel him as her friend, who's willing to join with her in her dance..

throw away your umbrella Mr. blue..
I know u want to dance.. in the rain..

she came from behind. and she whispered right to his left ear.. her voice was not shaky.. and when he turns to her, he saw the sea in his eyes, as it was ready for a storm.. with silver lightening and soooo pregnant clouds.. about to unleash all its life..
he was just a drop in front of the whole sea.. knowing that he would dragged down to some where unknown, by the waves which were stronger and deeper.. he surrendered.

all he could hear was the breathing of her chilled lungs..
so he met rain..

blue umbrella

on her diary amie kept a separate note about the same story. about how she saw him..behind the glasses blurred with pieces of the rain.

june 19
the black and the white were just watching her. but the blue...the blue felt her. she was dreaming from the day she started to dance in the rain that there'd be someone else who'd join her in that dance..but there was no one who could dance. 'cos the rain was only her song. but as everyone kept watching her dance to a music they could not hear, the misty glasses under a blue umbrella didn' t watch her. when he saw her..he felt her..

my rain

may 17
it was a rainy season. sky was always pregnant. therefore people were forced to carry umbrellas. most of them were carrying black or white ones. but he had a blue one. why did he bought a blue umbrella? no he didn't. but it was there in his room which is blue color too. when he heard the rain pouring down, singing with everything it meets and hugs on its way; when he saw the rain pouring down as thousand drops of tears kissing everything it meets; his mind decided that blue umbrella should go out with him. he liked to listen the sound of rain on his umbrella. and to be in its blue shade and to stare at the rain glistening with a bluish silver when it spilled down from his umbrella. and specially he liked when rain drops laid on his glasses, naked. he watched everywhere and everything through the blurry wetness of naked rain drops.
so it was another day like that. he was on the road listening to the rain and the wind. wind was trying to tell something but still was unable to manage its language. so he was standing by the bus stop without any command from his fate. she was crossing in front of his glasses.. carrying that blurry wetness with her.. he, being so sad to separate her from that blurry wetness, turned his head in to the rhythm of her walk.
she was not with an umbrella. she was the only one who did not have an umbrella with. she was in to the rain directly; opening her face to the rain the rain she made those tiny droplets to kiss her eyes.. she was orgasmic from the touch of thousand hands of the rain..
she was dancing.. it was a scene to see how her legs played with water streaming down.. she was making love with rain while every others watching it standing under the umbrellas.. black and white.. only he was blue..

i met amie.

april 30
i was in a dream.
it was a rainy dream.
i saw it through the glasses..
..glasses wet with different sizes of water drops.
i saw her through thousand water drops.

she was in front of a theater.
a dark theater like a womb.
where i want to go in..
to meet me.
but i was afraid.
i remember she had glasses covering her eyes.
in those i could see the waves of a sea.

she wasn't afraid of the darkness.
"can you come with me in to the womb?"
i asked.
"to meet you?"
she asked.

i went in to the darkness with amie.
inside the darkness i was waiting to meet amie and me.

...amie come sit on my wall
and read me the story of O
and tell it like you still believe
that the end of the century
brings a change for you and me...

damian rice sang.