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June 2
That day Barista was not the place it used to be.. she was sitting with the sunlight glowing on her face and hands.. making her golden..

She is an angel…he did not have any doubt any more..
All surrounding was ready for the ceremony of their meeting each other..
He was heavy with so much stories..
All of them were just for her..
Nobody else would find much interest in them..

But all the stories were savored in the taste of the feeling they both shared.. but yet didn’t know how to express..
Actually there was no word on earth for it..
It was like a romantic virus.. which was turning everything it touches to something extraordinary.. in to dreamy space with its own color, music and fragrance..

And the smell of lovely hot coffee completed the bliss.. and woke up streams of goosebumps on both of their skins.. with an internal fire of orgasm..
Their eyes were gleaming.
They both tried to be in their body limits at the both sides of little coffee table but couldn’t stop the sex going in the passage of air between them..

Hmmmmmmmmmh…..

It was the only sound that could hear to the waitress at the counter..

he kissed the rain

some day in May...
For the first time blue saw the beauty of rain.. he smelled the sweet fragrance coming from earth when rain hug it with its wet hands.. he was in rain with his rain.. blue dissolved completely in to the rain drops..
He sat on the rocks by the sea holding hands with rain.. amazed with the scene of how sea is making love with those tiny miracles.. how those tiny droplets merged in to the deep blue.. it was so erotic moment.. he was all in salt.. when he kissed his rain he felt saltiness on her cheeks.. her eyes were wet.. her skin was like earth about to bloom thousand flowers at once.. she was wet..
He stayed few minutes by her cheek where he can feel the warmth of his own breath.. and it created a slight smoke in between his lips and the her skin.. its hot…he felt.. and she felt the same..
So he kissed his rain..
It was all salt..
And blue was melting in to her..

They could see the sky with a glowing opening in to the heaven.. strange light from heaven was casting over the excited sea.. actually sea was like a virgin very ticklish with the romantic touch of the rain…

I love you..
Blue whispered to her..

It is something more than love my sweet..
She replied.

after many nights she came back

after many nights she came back to her yellow room, and wrote with much love and warmth

July 10
poet would live
as a pure white feather in the painted sky
with wings of its own so light and alive

he would sing the beautiful song of his soul
of love and bliss of life for the universe to hear
and an angel will listen..and hold his hand

he will bring smiles to all wounded souls and give them hope
a hope of life and a breath of faith
till his cherished life would end

when his final breath is let out
he would unite with the soul of universe
and the song of his soul would be sung by the sea
where the angel would rest in eternal peace

poet should die

at that night after coming back to his blue room, he wrote this…without any logical reason behind.. but when he was writing, his eyes turned in to blue.. and that blue was flowing down across his unshaven cheeks and blotted on the paper.. making it blue..


May 20
poet should die..
as a dog on the road
with a heart so wounded

he should bleed
in pain and agony
with no one to witness, no hand to hold

he should write
his poetry till his worn out life ends
and he should sing
till his heart stops
he must strive with his last drops
to bring a smile to all the sad souls


till the last morph of his love
released in to the air
with no trace behind him
with no words around him..

he should die and wither
like dust in the wind…

you met your rain

this note was there…in her diary, among lot of sentences that even she couldn't understand what they are really about..

May 20
you met 'rain' and the painting was all with a distant fairy like silver lights..
your rain is a misty gray with a gleam of pearliness, like the far away stormy sky and the sea spray that carries its salt..
the blue umbrella.. very blue and silver.. with a deep calm and a thriving energy.. like electricity under deep water
you met your rain with silvery white like liquid mercury dripping thru soft green leaves
and chocolate coated strawberries are a golden syrup with a gleam of red..

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..