Unspoken Words

You look straight into the eyes,
your stomach is churning,
and you’re wondering if your body is folding itself inside out.
Hair on your body stands stiff,
making you feel that it is the moment of warmth,
worth living a million times over.
With spinning head and butterflies in stomach,
the body appears dissolved in the surroundings.
Still staring at those eyes going through the same thing,
the feeling dawns again;
So near, yet so far…

Then it happens.
The child in you playing with gay abandon.
The grown-up in you wishing that time freezes.
The world having no importance for you to care about it.
The emotions locked inside the deepest of vaults flooding out.
The lips meet.
A kiss given, and a kiss taken.
No obscenity.

Just the expression of love within you in such magnitude causes a whirl of satisfaction to engulf you such that the moment is etched in your memory for the 10s of years to come, in your life.

Coming back to reality,
the eyes in front of you speak of infinite feelings and the gratitude for signing the bond of being together, in a way sweeter than no other;
of prohibiting inhibitions and promising that the warmth of cuddling up in a hug is going to be the moment signifying that we,
who are two, are to be one,
and so shall we remain till the last traces of air leave the lungs.

One kiss… No sound… yet so many words exchanged… unspoken!


Of all the freedom we humans have acquired by the virtue of our birth, i tend to think that the freedom to speak is being exploited the most. I used the word ‘exploited’ rather than ‘utilised’ for the reason that, we do not speak good always. How good and how much good we speak is, again a matter of perspective. But when it comes to unwanted talk, we find it a very easy task to find tens of people around us who are into it. I will not deny that I am not such a person, but my kind of unwanted talk is quite local and mainly consists of an ‘ummmm’ sound regarding the food that i eat (i find foods tasty enough to tease my senses most of the time), or because of a hot chick that just passed by (and i secretly wish that i was her t-shirt to hug her so tightly šŸ˜‰ ).

But this is not going to affect anyone. The talk will subside as soon as the situation passes and the words will find a way to go out of your brain very easily. But imagine all this pastime talk becoming a business, and a profitable one at that! Thats what the media has turned out to be. Especially the critics they encourage. Over the recent times, there have born critics for almost all kinds of topics. Right from the politics in America talked about in India, to the delay in the flagging off of an Airport, to a wardrobe malfunction of a model at a ramp show, to the aeroplane costumes of bollywood stars (they were even rated out of 5 in different catagories viz. shades, dress, footwear etc.), to the auction of the cricketers (man! i thought they played cricket out of freewill until i realised that cricket too was like a Software engineer’s job šŸ˜‰ ), to the recipes of sanjeev kapoor, to the politics on the small screen by Ekta kapoor, to whatever crap you thought was unworthy of a comment in the wildest of your dreams.

But can you imagine a present day scenario without all these comments? Many don’t know the answer because they can’t decide upon their fields of interest exactly. It seems like ‘been there, done that’ culture has ignited the dumbest of people’s urge to know more about much more varieties of things that happen in this world. You ask a school kid about the mobile phone he likes the most, and i am sure he cannot settle with one answer! Thats because, he knows about the mobiles in the market and the ones to hit the stands in near future, and he has a very difficult choice to make!

Such will be the case in many matters where the variety is more and the number of people commenting on them are growing with every passing day. The ability to make firm choices is fading among the people, and i’ll not be surprised to find a highly confused world by the time I will be a full fledged critic myself! šŸ˜‰ (those will be the days when i’ll probably be pushed to a reclining chair with a newspaper to finish off before breakfast and the internet to keep me updated every second about some politician or a celebrity creating news about their lost innerwear! šŸ˜€ )