Delicate Butterfly

How could you choose someone you never liked?

Can’t believe my intuition was actually

that blind

Did you run out of choices to make?

Or was it a political move

of some kind 

I always saw you like a princess 

Surviving this cruel mankind 

If this is the actual life you ever dreamed of

Why something doesn’t seem

so aligned?

I guess you were right about me having a different image of you, In my mind

That you are SUCH a delicate butterfly, 

Getting treated like a pawn of

some kind

Thinking if you’re sold for being a bad decision-maker

Or you’re the actual buyer that never crossed my mind

It seems a shock more than a heartbreak Thought I know you better but now? I can’t define

Wait, Am I questioning your unpredictability or my uncertainty 

God, I need a drink for leaving my self behind

If we were never supposed to meet

Why I got a dream of you getting a wedding date assigned?

Maybe it was a message for me to stop chasing you

And find the destination, I’m being inclined..

But, I wish you best of luck for the direction you going to

seems like Finally I gotta find mine..

By Ray. K

Why Don’t You Say It?

Why don’t you say it? 

If something is ripping you apart 

Why don’t you say it?

If it’s deepening your scars 

Why don’t you say it?

If silence has been damaging so far?

Why don’t you say it?

If you desire a fresh start ?

Why don’t you say it?

If things ended in a bizarre

Why don’t you say it? 

How sorry you are ? 

Why don’t you say it?

If you still crave my heart 

Why don’t you just say something,

something to end this ongoing war?

Just say a word….

Ray. K

Dating: Where Hope Goes To Die

If you think this article is full of dating advice, it’s not. Instead, it’s about my perspective on dating, exploring what we want or dislike in relationships. Considering the world’s population of 8 billion, I’m sure there must be at least 100 people who share the same views like me. Let’s discuss our wants and basic requirements in dating, breaking it down into smaller sections.

                 What do we bring to the table? 

A job? A mature mind? Financial freedom? Good health? Emotional intelligence? Love? Kindness? Now, what do we expect from others in a relationship? Today, everyone seems to be searching for a partner who can provide for them or take care of them, as they’re tired of giving and caring for others, whether it’s family, friends, or past relationships. They’re exhausted from giving their energy to others, so they want someone to recharge their batteries and bring them peace. While this isn’t a bad thing from one perspective, it raises questions.

Before reaching a deeper level of love, what do we go through? I’ll explain this further.

Emotional needs: Everyone seems to be seeking a “princess treatment” from their future partner (regardless of gender), as they’re tired of giving this to others. However, if everyone is looking for the same thing, then who is the giver on this planet?

If you’re tired or mentally exhausted from using all your energy on family, friends, or past relationships, it doesn’t mean your future partner is responsible for treating you the way you treated others. What if they’re going through similar situations? A mature person may need someone to take care of their emotional or physical needs, but what if they’re also seeking the exact same thing in a relationship? How do you deal with this? Do you feel hurt and say, “This isn’t what I wanted; you crushed my expectations. I thought you’d take care of me, so I could shut my brain off when I’m with you.” Shut my brain off ? How? Being emotionally dependent on them? Having peace with your partner is one thing but make sure you are not overly dependent on someone and consuming their energy.

I’ve always been a giver, leaving me exhausted and heartbroken. Yet, I never thought to find someone who could simply love me or fix my heart because my ex broke it or I lacked the emotional capacity to give someone else because no love left in me. Personally, I find it selfish to seek a giver without becoming one myself!

So, what should we actually bring to the table? Our taking nature? Our empty or half-full cup, expecting the other person to fill it up for us and empty their own cup? No, we should bring a full cup to the table, so we can receive another full cup and create more together. This is what self-love is about. Love yourself first before dating someone else. Using the excuse that you’re not ready to give love is not valid. Meet your emotional needs by yourself first.

                                      What we look for?

Red or Green Flags: There’s no such thing as a wrong or right person, or red or green flags; there’s only a difference in thinking and personality. What may be a green flag for you could be a red flag for someone else, and vice versa. This depends on individual preferences and perspectives. I’m not referring to abusers, disrespectful or harmful individuals here, but rather general experiences I’ve had in my life until my late 20s. There’s still much to learn, but for now, I’m sharing my perspective on people and their nature in terms of making connections.

For instance, if I enjoy baking and you dislike it, is that a red flag? Not necessarily. We simply have different tastes. Either we learn to respect each other’s differences and accept them, or we move on. However, I want you to respect that if I am not pet friendly, I am not. I love animals , gift them something but from a distance, I do love plants and fishes but still I can’t touch fishes. If you are pet friendly, I will respect it as long as you will respect that I am not.

Side note- My parents have a dog.

Attraction: Everyone has unique thinking, personality, nature, and upbringing, making them attractive in different ways. Even twins, despite their similarities, don’t see things from the same angle. One sibling might be reserved, while the other is expressive in their emotions. So, who’s more attractive? It all depends on what you possess or desire.

Human nature is complex. If you’re sad today, you might want a partner who’s happy to uplift you. However, it’s not their job to make you happy; they can only add to your happiness. If you’re mentally unstable or struggling, you might seek a stable partner. If you’re childish, you might look for a father or mother figure. Essentially, you seek qualities you lack, which can make you a perfect match, no? If you’re an introvert dating an ambivert or extrovert to balance your life, that’s often considered finding a better half. However, if you lack emotional intelligence or show tough love to attract genuine love, you need help. You must work on yourself first to understand what a better half truly means!

Stop seeking things you can’t provide; instead, focus on what you can offer or work on.

Next, are we picky, judgmental, or do we have high standards or fears? How do we differentiate between these feelings while searching for a partner? Again, it’s all about perspectives. What one person considers picky, another might see as judgmental. Let’s see If I am picky or judgmental.

                           My Experience 

When I open my dating apps, I come across certain things that I dislike. I often don’t swipe right on people who write in their bio, “I’ll fall in love with you if you make me laugh.” My immediate thought is, “Are you looking for a comedian? Because I can’t do two jobs.” Although I have a great sense of humor, I don’t want someone to date me solely because I make them laugh. What if one day I’m not funny? Will they leave me then? I also can’t date someone with an age gap of 4-5 years, like I can’t expect a 22 year old to behave like 29 because I am 29 ?  It’s so unfair to their 7 years, vice versa If I am dating someone elder than me, I don’t want to behave like a certain age specially if I have to skip years. I don’t want to babysit anyone, nor do I want someone to babysit me. Period. 

I also dislike it when people say, “I’m new in town, can you show me around?” Honestly, even I haven’t explored the world yet, but I’m not asking someone else to take my passport and book flights for me. I’m not a tour guide, especially if I’m not dating you or don’t know you well. Why would I put my personal chores on hold and drive you to new places that I haven’t even explored myself? People can be hilarious.

On a side note, I hate driving. I’d like someone who can drive, not all the time, of course, but occasionally I’d love to enjoy the scenery on the way home, please! 

Another thing I dislike is when people post pictures of themselves making a victory sign with two fingers or sticking their tongue out. Why would you upload a picture like that on a dating profile? Consider a dating profile like a matrimony profile. Would you marry someone who poses with victory signs in their pictures, as shown by your family? Then why is it different on dating apps? You can be yourself, show your silly side, or show me how your tongue can touch your nose while we’re dating or in love, but not before when I don’t know you!

Then, there are people who say, “I won’t date you if you’re not interested in politics.” I’m okay with staying updated on basic news, but I don’t want to discuss politics with my partner every night. I’d rather ask about their day or how I can support them in achieving their goals.

Additionally, I’m hesitant to date someone who is still a student, not working, or in therapy, studying psychology, or behavioural education. I feel that person might be too focused on analyzing others, pointing out childhood trauma or demons. They will be so focused to find our red flags in people. Everyone has their struggles, and it’s normal. I don’t want to be treated like a project. So stop using those techniques on people. 

Side note: I procrastinate a lot!

Dating goals or habits: The next category is habits or goals. There are many attractive people on these apps, and when you like most things about them, some facts can be turn-offs, such as drinking habits, smoking, or having weed or drug addictions.

Yes, there are people with strong profiles, and when they check most of my boxes, I find out they’re a smoker, use weed sometimes, or are figuring out their dating goals. These individuals, who are emotionally unavailable, try to date people looking for long-term partners because they want all the benefits of true love while remaining non-committal. These people often put others in third-party situations or situationships. Like stop draining people.

Another thing that affects the dating experience is divorced people or those who have kids. I’m not saying they don’t have the right to live their lives, but can you realistically look for someone unmarried with no kids when you’re divorced and have kids yourself? How is that fair or reasonable for the other person?

I want to meet you as a person or partner first, not as a mother or father. How will I know you’re a compatible partner if you’re presenting yourself as a parent on our first date? This is just my perspective, and it’s not an attack on married or divorced people. If I were in your shoes, things would be different. I wouldn’t be selfish enough to seek out a bachelor for myself, considering I have kids and don’t want more, or simply want my partner to be their mom or dad. Am I looking for a partner or a nanny? It seems so hard to find someone who shares your habits and values.

Side note- Love is blind.

                                Other Factors 

Career Factors: I’ve worked hard to get where I am, so stability is crucial for me – financial, emotional, physical, and sexual. If I’m in a field like finance or engineering, I won’t date someone who works at a coffee shop. I’m not being rude, just straightforward. I’d like to date someone with a good career too, as I want a stable future. I want to buy a house with my partner, so we can afford a mortgage together. If I met you in person, maybe I’d consider dating you, but on apps, I won’t swipe right if someone is in a vastly different industry. It’s like taking a step backward or going back to your old lifestyle when I want to move forward.

Romantic vs. Dramatic: As a passionate lover, daydreamer, and romantic, I have fantasies – some dramatic ones, too. I need someone who can show up at my door with an apology, or surprise me with flowers. I adore flowers, despite the sadness of watching them die. I want flower petals all over my face and in my room. If you can’t do that, I’m not interested. I’ve done it myself – driven hours in bad weathers back and forth, shown up at my partner’s door with flowers, and apologized sincerely by holding my ears and kneeling. You might call it dramatic, impulsive, or impatient, but it’s all about perspective. I surprise people and I want people to surprise me too with decorations, balloons and flowers, side note Please don’t decorate my room with different coloured balloons I hate it, go with 2 or 3 colours, the max.

Anyways a romantic partner with some dramatic traits keeps things exciting. A little chase and risk can be thrilling. I’m not talking about mind games, but a playful pursuit can be nice. As someone who’s been a chaser, I still enjoy the thrill of the chase – most of the time. I like to give attention and receive attention. However, I also attract unnecessary attention, which is a different story altogether.

Physical Appearance: When someone meets our basic financial or emotional needs, we often find fault in their physical appearance. I’m not saying we need a Miss or Mr. Universe, but when we’re together, I think it’s reasonable to want to look nice as a couple. I’m not referring to caste, color, or body shape, as everyone has different preferences. Personally, I used to prefer fit individuals, but now I’m unsure. While I’m not entirely open to someone who’s opposite my desires, I do have certain expectations. For instance, if I want someone with long hair to play with, I couldn’t date someone with no hair or a boy cut, especially if they wear hats. I apologize, but that’s just my preference. I also expect my partner to put in some effort to dress well, even when going to grocery stores. Yes, you heard that right! You never know where you might meet someone. So, please, always look attractive and wear some confidence, babe. I won’t judge your joggers

Side note: If your socks don’t match your outfit, we’re not dating.

                               Astrology 

Zodiac Signs: After looking at someone’s pictures or learning about their past, I check their zodiac sign. There are certain signs I’ve never dated and don’t feel the need to. Even with limited encounters, I’ve formed opinions about specific signs.

Here are some basic traits associated with each sign that influence my decision:

– Aries: passionate but impulsive, negative, and prone to anger issues

– Leo: loyal but proud, fixed, high way or my way 

-Aquarius- fixed and stubborn

– Pisces: overwhelming

– Cancer: overly emotional

– Taurus: stubborn and egoistic

– Gemini: gossipy and two-faced

– Libra: indecisive, guilt tripping and prone to running away, but very attractive 

– Scorpio: determined but manipulative

– Virgo: perfectionistic, judgmental, and self-obsessed

– Capricorn: submissive but plays the victim card

– Sagittarius: loyal, intuitive, but scared to lose freedom of thought

Despite these traits, I’ve picked at least one sign from each element that I’d consider dating in the future: Air sign (Libra or Aquarius), Water sign (Scorpio), Fire sign (Aries), and I’m still thinking about an Earth sign. Don’t lose hope, guys! 

Side note- I have dated at-least one of the signs from each element already. 

Common Ground: After considering other factors, I look for ethnicity, religion, or moral values where I can find some common ground. I try to find similarities to avoid potential issues in the relationship, as some topics can be sensitive. Dating people from different backgrounds can be challenging.

For instance, what if I want to express my feelings through a Bollywood song to a Spanish partner? Music is a love language for me, and if we don’t share some common taste, my romantic life might become dull. However, I’m willing to find a middle ground. I need someone who knows how to find solutions instead of being stubborn and resistant to change. I keep an open mind, allowing room for other people’s perspectives. I’m flexible and willing to learn new languages, music, or hobbies, so we can create common interests. This way, we can build a stronger connection.

Side note: I can sing one song in Bengali, Spanish, Latin, Arabic, Hindi, Punjabi, and English, and I’m eager to learn more. I make an effort to be open-minded, so I need someone who is willing to learn and adapt too. It’s simple.

                                Finally, The One

The One: Despite having a long list of requirements, there’s always one person who will tear it up. No matter how high our standards are or how guarded we may be, that person will put us on a pedestal and drive us crazy. Do you know who that person is? A crush. Yes, that person will destroy our strong personality, pierce through our aura, and make us behave like our opposite.

They won’t just make us act weird, but also do stupid things we never wanted to do. If cooking isn’t our thing, we’ll happily cook for them. If we hate driving, we’ll take them for a ride. They’ll even turn us into stalkers. Would we date a stalker? No, but damn, we become one for those idiots. We can’t even make up our minds about controlling our desires. One moment we are fantasizing about kidnapping our crush, and the next, we are trying to behave decently. You know what I mean?

Eventually, those people will challenge our viewpoints, belief systems, thinking patterns, and leave us wondering. After meeting them, we’re lost, and our list is destroyed. We think we can change them, but in reality, we change ourselves and get lost for a while. When you want to date them and they say, “not now but maybe in future”, that maybe never comes. Stop being stupid.

Yes, we’ve all had those days! Believe me, those are the worst. So, after surviving everything, what do we do? We remake our list with modifications and start over or We tear up the list and say, “You know what? Forget it. If it’s meant to be, it will be.” We’ll find our soulmate sitting at home or when the time is right. Yes it’s true and I believe that. 

Side note- That right time never comes! Life is too short to wait.

So shall we consider arranged marriage? But do our parents currently have any suitable matches for us, especially since we were told not to date beforehand? I highly doubt it. Even if we agree to meet potential partners introduced by our family or friends, our expectations often aren’t met. On top of that, the divorces within our family can be unsettling. Two of my younger cousins filed for divorce within a year – a period typically considered the honeymoon phase. One was an arranged marriage, and the other was a love marriage. Isn’t it frightening? Am I essentially saving myself from a first divorce? Why is this all so complicated?

Side note- Everyone is different. 

So how are you holding up on the dating scene? Are you also going through the same feelings? Please share your experiences or perspectives on dating. Let me know if I missed anything. I’d love to hear your bad or funny thoughts. 

ENCHAINED

Chapter 1- Curiosity 

Justice: Hey, Babe? 

Temperance: Yes, my love?

 Justice: How did you know I would come back, even after rejecting you multiple times and breaking your heart?

Temperance smiled and replied, “I knew you would ask me this question one day and I have spent years preparing myself to answer it. You are right; you broke my heart repeatedly, making it clear you were not interested in me and never wanted date or talk to me. I vividly remember the third time I confessed my feelings to you. You just blocked me, saying it was best for you not to talk to me. I was devastated over that text, and didn’t have the courage to react or respond because I was so afraid to see you go. 

I thought If I texted back, my messages would never reach you, and I would lose all hope of getting you back. You might have assumed that the undelivered texts would help me accept the truth and move on. However, I never texted you back; instead, I took a screenshot, kept it somewhere in my locker, and deleted our entire conversation. That was the last time we spoke in that year.

You know what ? At one point, I even believed you were not my soulmate and I deleted most of your pictures, and things you gave to me. Even for your birthday, I stayed away. I knew my presence would make you uncomfortable after blocking me, and I wanted you to enjoy your day without any awkwardness. You were looking stunning that day that I couldn’t keep my eyes off but I prioritized your happiness over my desire to see you cut the cake I had kept in the kitchen. I silently wished you a happy birthday, and took a picture of the cake. I did delete your old pictures but I am not going lie; I still have that cake picture and one from your childhood where you were standing close to your uncle in an old magazine. I cut the picture from it and kept it with me. You were wearing a red T-shirt, and looking so cute, smiling in the same cute way you do now.

“But you started ignoring me and didn’t even look at me sometimes, like the way you used to do, Justice replied. She added, many times, I could sense your presence around me and your feelings towards me, which made me uncomfortable. I would feel the weird behaviour and your urge to get my attention, but after I blocked you, you stopped everything. I could sense that you were drifting away, no longer interested in me. You even reduced your visits to the community centre, whereas before, you’d wait for me for hours for every single day, even on days I didn’t show up. I could still feel your energy waiting for me everyday at the same place, wasting 4-5 hours. I could feel everything from a distance. Sometimes, seeing your face made me irritated and I’d just leave. But after my clear statement, you changed a lot and I could feel that you were actually moving on, accepting reality. I even wondered, if you really had strong feelings, how could you give up so easily? I was so confused, torn between emotions. You just turned my world upside down for a while. Why?”

Chapter 2- Withdrawal 

“You are absolutely right, Justice; I would not argue with that. Yes, I stopped everything but I didn’t stop loving you. What I did instead was respect your decision and deliver my promise. You said you feel uncomfortable around me so I shifted my energy. I didn’t stop chasing you; I just stopped showing it to you. I didn’t reduce my visits; I still went there every day, hoping you would show up, and I would catch a glimpse of you from afar or at least see your car. I would wait until I could sensed your presence, and then I’d leave. Before I’d wait until you left, but after that, I’d go back home as soon as I knew you were there. But I never stopped showing up or looking for you. 

I also agree, many times, you walked right by me, and I didn’t even look at you, pretending I was busy writing something. The truth is, I didn’t need to see you; my heart could already feel you were around. It would start beating faster and my face expressions would change, but it took a lot of courage to hold my breath and not show any emotions. It was very hard. However, I did it because I remembered that I had tried everything, and nothing else was left to make things work between us. I surrendered to this war of emotions and left everything up to the universe. And you know why? Because looking back at my past, I realized that I had always gotten what I wanted, even if it took weeks, months, or years. Why would this time be any different? So I didn’t lose hope, even when things seemed impossible.

I really made you believe that I’d lost interest, but in reality, I was secretly manifesting your return. There was never a single day where your thoughts didn’t keep me awake. I had countless sleepless nights obsessing over you. My hobbies,study and passions all took a backseat and I struggled to get back on track. I even wrote poems and fantasies about you trying to process. My emotions, sought advice from others, including virtual therapists, but everyone told me to move on or find someone else. I am sure they all had their best intentions towards me, but I, on the other hand, trusted my intuition. It never failed me, even when my judgment was clouded by your harsh words and past conversations. People would often say I had an unhealthy attachment that was consuming me, indicating my desperate search for love. Some days were brutal, filled with disappointment, while others were hopeful. 

Chapter 3- Inner Conflict

I was a rollercoaster of emotions. One moment I would be motivating myself to hold on, and the next, I’d be on the verge of giving up. I’d think to myself, “If I could move on from past loves, even after years of being together, surely I could get over you. After all, we never officially dated. But despite my best efforts, I found myself crying almost every day, yearning for you. I would talk to you as if you were there, touch the empty space beside me, hoping you would appear. On days, you didn’t show up, I’d chase cars similar to yours everywhere, sometimes near your resident, hoping it might be you. I would drive over yellow lanes, loosing my attention, thinking you’d be driving in the opposite directions, but you weren’t there.

I got so many signs to give up on you, Justice. There were countless emotional breakdowns but you never was there to wipe my tears or acknowledge my pain. It should have been a wake-up call that I was chasing a love that didn’t exist. But still, I held on, unable to let go of the hope that things could be different. We lived on opposite sides of the road, like two oceans that could never meet. I paid attention to all these signs but my heart still yearned for you with the same passion I felt when I first saw you. I thought you were out of my league, and in many ways, you were- beautiful, independent, smart, kind and confident in your worth. And those qualities drew me to you, but your guards were so up and I couldn’t find a way in. Therefore, I withdrew myself from you and kept my distance.

You know, My friend Capsy would often say, “I don’t get how you can just sit there, pretending you don’t feel anything for her. If I were in your shoes, I would be desperate to see her or talk to her- I would be ripping my shirt apart and acting like a crazy person! But, how do you have so much patience”? And I’d response, ”Capsy, I am Temperance, a fire sign- impulsive and impatient. Do you really think I have a lot of patience? No, I am burning inside instead of burning everything that’s keeping her from coming to me”.  I would tell him, “If there were a thousand people between us, or the entire world was against us, I would fight my way through them all and set the entire planet on fire. My passion for her is that strong- I can fight anyone to win her but I cannot fight her to win her. I am torn between taking a bold move or staying calm. I have lost this fight by surrendering to her. And you know the fun fact? She didn’t need any weapons to defeat me- her words alone had the power to stop me making such moves. I can cross oceans for her but not her boundaries”. And Capsy would always be left speechless.

Chapter 4- Satisfied Longing

“How can you love someone like this, even after being defeated in love so many times?”, Justice asked. Temperance’s eyes sparkled with a gentle warmth and the response was, “loving again takes courage, especially after all the heartache. But love is the guiding force and more than anything in the world, only love mattered to me and still does. I can give up on everything, myself, people, career but not love. I am born love and I can’t help it. This is the passion and a fuel to my fire. I can never imagine myself in any role better than a lover, a lover that everyone needs, a lover that I need, a lover that you need or people who always just manifest. That’s the reason we are here, wearing our wedding rings in our wedding clothes because I believe in love. I believe in me and I believe in you. I knew you would come to me realizing my love for you is genuine and written in the stars. I knew universe would give you signs, forcing you to listen to my heart which beats only for you. Look around, Justice; the only thing you will see is my love, my passion and my devotion for you. Hold my hand, and tell me what you feel”

Justice, wearing a purple gown and black gloves, takes Temperance’s hands and says, “I feel the luckiest person alive to have a passionate, hopeless romantic, and a crazy lover by my side.” I could never have imagined that someone could love me to this level. I was just occupied with my thoughts, creating an image of a desired partner, but you exceeded my own expectations, making me believe that everything is possible. I wish I could have realized this earlier and come to you. I wish I could see your genuine emotions and passion for me, but all I was doing was wasting my time looking for love in the wrong people. I wish I could have held your hands before and kissed you. I wish,”

“Shhhh! You don’t have to regret anything,” Temperance assures her. “Everything was worth it – the tears, the fights, distance, waiting, everything was worth it to be with you. And as for the kiss, you can still do it. I am right here in front of you, patiently waiting for this very moment for such a long time. Kiss me, Justice, and let me end my quest for you. Please kiss me and make me yours forever. I am begging for it.”

Justice comes closer, where she can feel Temperance’s breath, impatiently waiting for the first kiss. As their heartbeats rise, Justice puts Temperance’s arms around her waist, touches her lover’s cheeks, and gives a tender kiss. When they close their eyes, all of Temperance’s anxiety, fears, and impatience disappear, and a sense of stability, security, and peace unfold. Temperance’s thirst is finally satisfied as the kiss deepens, turning them on for their first night.

Chapter 5- First Night

It’s the first time, Temperance removes her clothes and sees her naked instead of daydreaming about this moment. As the kiss lit the fire inside them, their passion turns into……

Do we actually need this chapter? Please comment.

DARK CONFESSION

My mysterious woman, I know we don’t speak but I would love to confess that even though I’m fiercely protective of myself yet you effortlessly pass my guards and make me lose control. It feels like you have an intense hold over me, dragging me towards you with an irresistible force, enslaving me in your sweetness and captivating voice. I confess my attraction to you is not only romantic but also deeply physical. When I see you, radiant and light like a feather, I feel an overwhelming desire to hold you close and feel your softness against my skin.

Every time I try to resist, the sweet scent of your body pulls me in as if I am swimming  in golden,magical sparks flying around your body. You have cast a spell around my heart and mind which always makes me feel drawn to you blindly, conjuring a hunger for your taste and glance. One moment, my heart feels like adoring your alluring nature, and the next, my mind is consumed in the thought of choking you in a dark room.

Today, my craving for you is not just romantic, but also a raging wildfire that cannot be tamed, burning brighter with every passing moment. A fire that makes me impulsive. A fire that I can feel in my veins, flowing through my hands and fingers, fueling my every waking thought about you. It’s a flame that longs to touch your hands, cheeks, and every inch of your body, especially your breasts. I yearn to transfer this burning passion to your breasts, gently squeezing them inwards, so I can tenderly suckle your soft, brown nipples, like I savor chocolate toppings on a creamy vanilla ice cream, melting through my lips. I crave the taste of your skin, the feel of your fingers intertwined with mine, and our legs wrapped around each other. I want to breathe in the scent of your body and lose myself in the depths of your eyes. I want to hold your hands tightly, draw closer to your lips, tease them, and kiss them until they’re red and bruised, bearing the marks of my intense desire.

As we embrace, I want to kiss your neck and let my warm breath stir the delicate skin of your pierced ear, and whisper, “Is it sexually arousing, darling? Because all I want tonight is to make love with you.” I take the sweet melody of your giggles as a yes and start tracing the contours of your collarbone and shoulders with my lips. I want our souls to merge when we hug, and our hearts to beat as one. I want to feel your passion scratching my back with your nails, pulling my hair, eating my neck, ears, and shoulders alive. While our lips seem busy, I explore the curves of your waist with my fingertips, play with them like I play my guitar, and make initials of our names on your belly. I want to pinch your love handles, tickle them, and kiss them gently in the soft glow of candles lighting the room.

This doesn’t end here. I’m tempted to drizzle warm wax on your waist, trace those spots with my lips, and release that pain with my kisses. I want to touch your ass, rub it, smack it, and bite it. After, I want to feel your thighs beneath my hands and kiss your v-lines to open the gate of a beautiful cave. As I explore around, my nose senses a soothing scent, and my tongue finds a sweet and salty taste, very different and warm. I feel thirsty for more, so I open it softly with my fingers and enjoy this refreshing taste. To make it more delicious, I spit in it and let my fingers slip inside to dig for more. The more I go in, the more it becomes slippery. The entire place seems so tempting, and my thumb feels some rocks on the top. When I touch them, it creates a disturbance in the waters inside. Soon, the small volume of waves turns into a tsunami, destroying everything inside and out, making everything wet – my hands, your thighs, even the sheets under us. You hug me tightly, like crushing me. The sweet warmth of our bodies turns into salty sweats, and I kiss you in this very moment by grasping your jaw. I want you to breathe in me and let this fire burn everything – your vagina, our skin, our souls, and even this room. I don’t care if the whole place is set on fire because I know all the flames will be covering us like a shield while we are lost in each other. Yes, I want that and more than that. You are unaware of this fact, but hundreds of times I have just touched you with my eyes and made out with you in every corner of this building and you know what? I want to go beyond this because I have very intense feelings for you, and these feelings are not going anywhere soon….

Ray. K

EYE CONTACT

Even one second of eye contact with you 

Fills me with rout

The calmness on your face makes me wonder,

What your loudest mind is thinking about?

Do you still feel uncomfortable around me or 

Consider having a word, before heading out?

All these questions about our encounters 

Just leave me thirsty in this hopeless drought

You must have forgotten the laughs we shared 

But am I good at goodbyes? Having a self-doubt

The day you left in a questionable manner 

Made me think, was I happy with you or without?

The curiosity to solve this puzzle is so draining

That I’m killing myself everyday, having a burnout 

And your rent-free stay in my heart wants to know 

Will I ever be able to kick you out?

No, I don’t think without loosing myself

I will be able to kick you out,

I don’t think without getting myself broken 

I will be able to kick you out…

penned by Ray.K on 27 nov, 2024

A KNOT

Do you Remember when I called you my wife 

 proposing with a paper ring

during a prom night?

You laughed so hard and blew my mind ,

But promised to stay along 

and hang tight?

That lovely shade of white we booked in a bridal shop

Thinking the day we exchange our vows

will be bright?

Each ceremony we practiced together and 

you chose someone else 

hiding it from my sight ?.

Not gonna lie, The diamonds on your gown filled my eyes with tears 

The second I got your married pictures

drinking my beer

Just wondering how years of love just faded away with a goodbye

I still remember that knot I was about to tie

I still remember that knot

We were about to tie.

SILENT FIRE

“I just wanna see who she is and how she looks,” a conversation between two friends with a glass of champagne and soft laughter from other guests under the golden chandeliers were making me forget everything, yet I was thinking about us, holding gaze at something I don’t even know, thinking how would you react to this if you were here. You are unaware how I survived after you in a world of assumptions. Every day felt like reliving our conversations all over again, but somehow I slowly began to break free from the painful fantasies about us. However, one fantasy still lingered and never left me alone, which was the desire to tell you how you hurt me, to let out all the emotions I’d bottled up. It wasn’t about seeking revenge or closure; it was about being heard, being seen.

I knew if I get a chance I would remove all my anger on you, but don’t know when it would be, and do I want it or need it? It’s still a puzzle occupying my mind heavily at the moment, giving me a gloomy look in this bright scenery. So, I shook my head and started engaging with my people to stay in the present. Today was the biggest day of my life, and I had spent countless hours preparing for this moment because I was receiving recognition for my film based on my own book about a love story.

As I finalized my speech, I was also busy finding the perfect outfit that aligns with my personality – an outfit that sets the energy of confidence, success, and satisfaction. I was wearing a stunning coral red single-breasted topless blazer suit, complete with a round snake golden chain and simple hoops that were sparkling under the lights. My short, curly hair was styled to perfection, and my bright makeup was adding a radiant glow. The smile on my face was making everyone’s day, and the charm in my eyes was attracting every magnetic personality presented there.

As I stood backstage, I could hear the murmur of the audience, the soft rustle of programs being opened, and the faint scent of perfume in the air, creating an electric vibe. I could sense the anticipation of the audience about my looks as an author who never showed her face before. It was a mysterious moment, and was only 10 minutes before I would take the stage. My heart was already racing with excitement and nervousness at the same time. My staff swarmed around me, offering words of encouragement and compliments that left me blushing.

“This is it,” this is my moment, and I won’t let anyone ruin it, I whispered to myself, taking a deep breath. But in that instant, you appeared, and accidentally dropped a cup of coffee on my suit, ruining every grace of the outfit, the jewelry on my chest, leaving me shocked. The words in my brain shouted, “Are you freaking insane?” That my lips couldn’t say, as I looked up, it was you. The room fell quiet, with everyone’s hands covering their mouths in shock. My team, who had worked tirelessly with me, stood frozen. I felt like I’d been hit with a heavy stone on my heart. The careful planning, preparation – all felt in vain in a split second.

You started apologizing and offered to clean my suit, but the liquid soaked through the fabric and left a dark stain of disappointment. I didn’t know which emotion to show first – that you were finally there or you were just there to show me why you were not supposed to be there. Your continued apology, with a nervous face, was not making anything better. It seemed self-centered, a desire to remove your own guilt rather than acknowledging the pain you had caused me. It was reminding me of our past arguments, where you never took responsibility or asked how I felt. You still didn’t care to ask me how I was doing in this very moment.

But I couldn’t bear it more, so I closed my eyes with furrowed brows and tightened jaw, and thought that I have that moment today where I could hate you the most and get over my pain. I have the chance to stab you with my words, not giving you room to breathe, like panic attacks, because that’s how I felt for months and be free from this painful jail.

So I opened my eyes, conveying the depth of my feelings, but also sensing how scared you were from a terrified look on your face. “Every time I try to miss you with so many good memories, you end up showing me not to,” a dialogue in my head wanted to come out. It’s like my mind wanted to fight, but my heart couldn’t. All I know is a warm tear dropped from my eye, and my voice barely above a whisper said, “It’s okay, no need to apologize,” and moved silently.

WHISPERS IN THE CORNER

Around 5 pm, the fading glow of dusk and dark corners were creating an eerie silence in a dimly lit lobby. The air was thick and cool, hinting at the early fall. The white chiffon curtains were rustling softly. The lone table in the center of the space, and the shadows of the railing, were adding a touch of mystery to the dark mahogany floor. The atmosphere was hushed, with only soft whispers and gentle footsteps from the corridors breaking the silence. Leaning against the wall, wearing white linen clothes, I was lost in my phone reading, “A Rainy Encounter.” And you suddenly appeared before me, asking how I was doing. Your captivating voice and bright smile caught me off guard, and I almost forgot how to react. Overwhelmed me, I put my phone away, slipping it into my right pocket, and started focusing on your face, slowly returning to reality from the fantasy world of the story.

I was mesmerized by your beauty in this mysterious evening. You were looking like a magical fairy in long, curly hair, wearing a traditional dress in a soft pistachio shade, complete with a high-neck design. The cat-eye glasses added cuteness to your magnetic appearance. While I was lost in the observation, you snapped your fingers, looking for a response. I got nervous, and before I could respond, I saw a cigarette in your hand, changing my surprised expression to a concerning emotion. I couldn’t believe it at first because you would never do such things. It seemed I was meeting a new personality of yours that I had never met before. I have always sensed that you’re hiding a part of yourself from your loved ones but hiding this was a bit of a surprise for me. So, I couldn’t help myself asking, “What made you do it?” After blowing a puff, when you were about to answer, someone approached in the lobby. You swiftly discarded it and grasped my hand, leading me to a secluded corner and urging me to remain silent. This playful side of yours, previously concealed, left me enchanted. 

Upon asking the reason, you whispered, “I came to see you before my trip.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise and said, “You what? I never thought you would be interested in seeing me.” Shhh! “Can you please lower your voice? I don’t want anyone to hear us, but yes, I was very interested in seeing you because I knew I wouldn’t be able to for many days,” you replied. Seeing me surprised, you drew closer to me, assuring me that you were actually meaning those word by looking into my eyes. My heart was racing as I could feel your breath so close to mine. Before I could utter a word, you kissed me with uncharacteristic boldness and said how much you would miss me. I was speechless, seeing you that daring; it was the opposite side of yours that I’d always longed to experience. Lost in your face, I started getting flashbacks about our weeks of talking and how you suddenly ceased communication after discovering my feelings for you, ignoring my texts, and completely shutting down. For months, I couldn’t sleep, and the pain lingered, fueling my desire to move forward, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. 

I would waste my hours just to see you for a few seconds, but it was not serving me well. So, I changed my schedule to avoid seeing you, which was painful, but I couldn’t break myself further. I thought I’d finally put the pieces together and forgotten you, but today, your presence brought it all back. The way you came close, held my cheeks, and kissed me like you had also been waiting for this moment. It felt like someone made my dream a reality. I was lost in these feelings while you were looking for an answer, and said, “Please say something; I’m getting nervous.” Finally, I broke my silence. “I knew you had feelings for me, but what took you so long?” And your response was, “I did, but I couldn’t admit it before, so I rushed to see you before boarding my train this evening. I felt anxiety like I’m leaving something behind, so I came to see you, but I’m in a hurry now, so I’ll see you soon. Take care.” Your confession left me daydreaming. Everything smelled like fresh love – the dust on the steps, the movement of the curtains, the whispers of the wind, even the smoke of the cigarette was alluring me to dance.

As I watched you go, I was thinking about how I would express my love once you come back and how we complete each other – a match made in heaven. If anyone can understand your fears, scars, anger, and anxiety, it’s me. Like a true soul mate, I would be the solution to your all problems. The moment I started believing that it was actually happening, my alarm rang, waking me up from this beautiful dream. I felt annoyed and rubbed my eyes. The scenery seemed blurry, so I removed my blanket from my face and found myself lying in my bed, seeing a white ceiling. Instead of your whispers, I could hear birds chirping. I started searching for you here and there, but all I could see were my light blue-colored walls full of paintings. I found myself stuck in this dream, which was more like a moment of reality for me. I wished I could stay there forever, so I kept snoozing my alarm and visualizing the same scene on the ceiling with open or sometimes closed eyes, pressurizing them to make it happen. However, I got nothing but a migraine, affecting my morning routine. 

Reality hit me hard that morning. You had left a day earlier without thinking about me, like I didn’t even exist in your life, and I have come full circle. It was hard to accept the reality of your absence, but the dream on this Lion’s Gate Portal day left me wondering if I should try to make our connection happen. People say morning dreams may come true, so should I start manifesting our relationship, or am I reading too much into it? The universe seems to be sending mixed signals, but I’m left with more questions than answers since then, and my heart still reels from the dream.

Whispers living in the head!

BIRTHDAYS!!

Remember those fights for a special dress, you never bought me for my birth day?

Every year, how I used to declare which colour theme, I wanted so badly on this day?

The way I wanted someone to surprise me, I used to do that for others in a special way

remember the small gifts and cards made for you, on your happy returns of the day?

how beautifully the house was decorated for party at night and gathering during the day?

 I used to expect those lavish moments but only in private, without my say

You tried your best not being perfect and I was always complaining in some way

questioning you for not knowing me enough, that preparing lunch surprises so far away?

But how special those days, and moments were, I never thought before this way,

late night comings from malls, matching masks, and laughs, all just feels like a play 

From all of your gifts and surprise, I loved the First flowers you gave me on a working day

The notes on doors, parasailing shore, cycling to friend’s home & stores, just feels like yesterday

Thought I was driving home filled with surprises, expecting you there happily hiding a Bouquet,

Just wondering if you are missing me like I am missing you, today? 

From fighting for presents to fighting for presence of yours to stay

These undecorated walls reminding me the trips, we shared before our separation day

I wish I could go back and freeze those moments, which got slipped away

And fight for a dress again in old way but what can I say, Ray, happy birthday!

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