Peans of the heart - Intro

This is a three part story of something that happened last year. I am growing from the entire phase and the man mentioned here is now a good friend with whom I can still laugh with and fret over. I have begun realising that I had fallen for him in the most tremendous manner possible and everyday I emerge from it. One baby step at a time. It truly is one of the most human experiences I've had and allowed myself. I do thank him for whatever he is and hope he can still tolerate my eccentricities for years to come.


"At Last! At last is all I can spout out this moment. I'm being charmed by the devil. He is sweet but has a dark side to him. He is adorable but has an agenda on his mind. He seems 'Oh! So Naive!' but is also quite aware of things. He is my muse for any story I write today.

He is my Vampire, my Cloud 9, my Hero and my Doom. He is Mr. BM. He is My Man. "

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A Premonition or, A Memory?

I wake up this morning with the overwhelming urge to spout out the words onto something that can hold a written word. I do not know what triggered the feeling and what lay ahead of me as I sat there and wrote it down on a piece of paper. I have not edited it since I wrote it because honestly,  I did not want my conscious mind to overrule the thoughts of my subconscious mind. 

I did share it with a few friends and one of them were surprised to note that I was longing for someone I never met.  So, here is the sudden outburst of thoughts that felt eager to express themselves. 



The warmth in your hugs, 
The tender caress of your hands, 
The love in your eyes and
The scent of your tobacco breath.

They all hold me closer to you than the air I breathe, more than the water I drink. 
Why is it so? 
How is it so? 

I long for your shoulder to support my weary head,
I long for the sound of your beating chest. 
I long for the faint gasps of air over my forehead and, 
I long for your embrace right before I feel dead. 

Please don't go leaving me by myself. For I feel lost and frail. 
 Staring at the door left ajar, 
I see traces of you and I in forgotten spaces that distance us afar. 

Come back to lead to me to new journey...