A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)

The Unbearable Lightness… (due apologies to Milan Kundera :) )


The trembling within
Knowing, just across the room
You look at me
With smoky warm eyes
Oh! Oh my!
Why does it feel like
I’m mere molten mass?

It’s like our fingers simply brushed
Walking alongside;
Whisper soft brushing,
A sleeve here, a wrist there
And fingers – Oh! Oh my!

And then we stop
Together – unplanned
Seemingly deliberately.

The world fades
Into that poetic moment
That the mad crave
That delicate, perfect solitude.
Of us.

And I don’t need more
Just the cloak of your arms-
As I do – you.
Toes touching
Wrapped in feeling feather soft

And we become
This poem.


21 September 2012

(Mush and goo; blame it on a playlist that made it happen :D)
And the icing was that wonderful link that Shilpa shared that says more than this write will!


Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

8 thoughts on “The Unbearable Lightness… (due apologies to Milan Kundera :) )

  1. ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ A heart sighs. Mine. For, this is the truth. :)))


  2. Oh the very idea of wanting some one.. You capture it so well


  3. How delicately expressed! Could almost feel it.
    And those photos – thanks for sharing, Usha!


  4. I left a comment earlier but that doesn’t seem to be there.

    This was really heartwarming and full of glee 😀


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