Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Stain on my notebook ... And coffee in bed

Staying overnight at her place was the rarest of luxuries. It hadn’t happened many times. But the first time he did, he hadn’t slept too well, rubbing her shoulders distractedly every few minutes. And she’d slept curled in his arms with eyes that even when open spoke nothing but of secrets hidden safe.

Waking up early, he’d made coffee and taken it to her, willing her to wake up. And she did. The coffee sat undrunk on the table while he made love to her as if he hadn’t seen her for eons.



The other time, he’d waken up to find her missing in bed. With a panic that refused to be curbed, he’d almost leapt up to rush out looking for her. But she was in the same room, sitting on her armchair reading.

Noticing the movement, she'd looked at him over her book. And as if continuing a conversation that had been suspended, she’d read to him in clear tones words that rang true in the musky night from Musset.

“All men are untruthful, inconstant, false, chatterers, hypocritical, proud, cowardly, contemptible and sensual; all women are perfidious, artful, vain, inquisitive and depraved." She must have skipped a few lines for the pause was a thoughtful one. "But there is in the world a holy thing and sublime, and it is the union of two of these so imperfect and so dreadful beings.”

Pausing she’d looked at him through eyes softened by the sincerity of the words read. In her voice, proud and arrogant led by knowledge of acceptance, she'd read on.

“We are often deceived in our love; we are often wounded and often unhappy, but still we love, and when we are on the brink of the tomb we shall turn round, look back, and say to ourselves: I have often suffered, I have sometimes been deceived, but I have loved. It is I who have lived, and not an unreal being created by my pride and boredom.”

And with perfect knowledge of imperfect mankind and in their superiority of knowing and living life in terms that scorned the weakness by a name called love, they’d made love again.

28 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

The last two paras....if there was the possibility of representing something as incomprehensible as love....perfect!!! :o)
The first para reminds me of someone close who will soon have to become a pleasant memory...

1:14 AM  
Blogger phatichar said...

beautifully written :)

1:31 AM  
Blogger Dhanya said...

Don't you thin kthere is too much of a "he" influence in ur writings these days!

I see love in the air, rather words!

:D gleeeeeeeeee!

4:49 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Sharat: Sometimes letting go is the best way to say 'I love you'!

Phatichar: Thank you!

Dhanya: There always is a 'he' in my writings alle?! And love is always in the air. Maybe not mine...

5:08 AM  
Blogger Lost in trance... said...

luv is definitely in the air. not just in the air, its everywer.

'We are often deceived in our love; we are often wounded and often unhappy, but still we love...'

yes. we do. if we didnt, there wudnt be any reason left. or reasoning.

11:21 AM  
Blogger Sujit said...

its that even though we are deceived and left out.. still we continue to love..!! may be thats what love.i..s?? nicely written ..

4:00 PM  
Blogger Dhanya said...

{grumpy face} U know how to neglect a question with a wave of words! {grumpy}

check my blog. i have a movie review for a change! :D

no replies to my mail! call me atleast kanjoos! {grumpy}

9:08 PM  
Blogger Xoff said...

you dear woman, are a wordsmith. love reading whatever you write.

12:08 AM  
Blogger Dhanush said...

Nice one again. I liked your comment to Sharat. "Sometimes letting go is the best way to say 'I love you'!"
I am hoping it to happen for me :-)

BTW, I have added a link to your blog on mine(chall-dhanno.blogspot.com). Hope you don't mind.

12:54 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Lost in trance: Right. Everything boils down to love. Or lack of it.

Sujit: You know, its part of a more structured and elaborate effort at writing. Nn excerpt actually. I hope I manage to transfer the story in my head to words on paper n all that!

Dhanya: :) Will call you! My timings at work have been awful. Am not sure you'd be thrilled to be woken up at say 2 in the morn!

Xoff: That felt good on reading!

Dhanush: Honored!

2:03 AM  
Blogger A.G.Sudarshan said...

The Quoted paras... written by u? or really quoted?

An Ardent believer in love... quite a thing amongst the doomsdayers of love that I meet daily... :)

5:05 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Sudarshan: Quoted from Alfred Musset! And love; the people who have things to say for, against and in between!!!!!

5:18 AM  
Anonymous one among the crowd said...

a little of oscar wilde (wild) and a little of alfred musset (muse). Not bad. yeah love has quotable or unquoteable rhetorical or practical meanings different to different gals and guys, to men and women, to males and females, to animals and insects so on and on. real love as i had said sometime back, is just manifestations of our own identities and existence, so different somtimes abhoring, while at times pulsating and inviting. take your way....dont despire...hanging on in there for ????

9:56 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

OAC: Just acceptance. Maybe even resignation.

11:33 PM  
Blogger sinjhini said...

the feelings of being left out or being hurt arise only coz we have loved...its like an equation ; where "love" is an independent variable and all others dependent on it:)....and as usual beautifully written..

9:44 AM  
Blogger josh said...

:-)

2:39 AM  
Blogger Praveen said...

The last two paras, I loved them! It really makes a lot of sense and especially when you put them across like you have!

5:06 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Sinjhini: Everything revolves around love. Or the lack of it.

Josh: Long time! How've you been?

Praveen: Thank you!

5:41 AM  
Anonymous one among the crowd.. said...

it takes a lot to accept and too little to resign. which side are you on? quite a believer in destiny, i guess, waiting to give shape to your life! well, there seems to be a contradiction too..hmmm take the step dear..if and only if you are in ....no haste..

9:53 AM  
Blogger Sujit said...

Thats really nice to put of your thoughs onto paper and pencil. And to select proper words at right instant to express things out is an art in itself which you acquired.. or going to :).. have a great day!

10:03 AM  
Anonymous bunjam said...

Who takes those pictures? They complement your writings.

11:28 AM  
Blogger Maya Cassis said...

hi there.dropping in here as a first time and really enjoyed your writing:)

3:21 AM  
Blogger Arun said...

hmmmmm, so when they says, a lot can happen over coffee, it's true.

5:26 AM  
Blogger JanaBanana said...

Poorni - i'm sorry. i lost my way trying to get here. I'm grateful that you still fill the world with beautiful words. - Jana

4:52 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

OAC: A bundle of contradictions, that describes me to the toe!

Sujit: I hope I complete the expression!

Bunjam: Several photographers I think! Am not sure!

Maya: Welcome and Thank you!

Arun: Warning: Do not try these stunts at any of the coffee centers!

Jana: I think of you often.

12:18 AM  
Blogger Arun said...

stunts? stunts???????

2:04 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Arun: In bed yes. but definitely NOT at coffee centers! :p

6:55 AM  
Anonymous amitken said...

last para was just so beautiful :) and the picture is good to..

11:41 AM  

Post a Comment

<< Home