Unfathomable Love

As the day empathized with my raven tresses

And the curtains drew to guard our willful perversity,

Our bodies collided scintillating scarlet illusions

Agnizing the amplifying ardency,

Redefining two beings, white sheets and a roof as one.

His fingertips traced my defenseless breast

Reclaiming my body my breath my hopes
As he caressed my skin with his lustres lips
The zephyr ignited our reckless souls.

Beckoning the possibilities of constellations
I saw symmetry form under the endless sky

I cried comfort, pleasure, disbelief
He synchronized his gestures with mine.
Demystifying the the trickeries of illusive entities
The agony of past was lost.

And illumed that night with the night with the crescent moon
A blazing flame of scarlet illusions
As we surrendered ourselves cautiously 
And made unfathomable love.
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Saturday, July 19, 2014
Solan, Himachal Pradesh,
India.

       He told me not to come to the station because I wouldn't have liked the sight. The war was over. He was coming home again along with some unbidden scars and fresh wounds. The war was like Pandora's box for all of us. It left all of us with nothing but unwanted traces of the catastrophe. But now, it's over and I want him to leave it all behind. And from here it's going to be a new beginning, our beginning.

      The sun is drowning in yesterday and the moon is is setting itself to guide the night. The different shades of twilight are making me anxious. I am standing by the porch of our single story wooden house as I see him from a distance getting out of the army van. As he comes closer, walking towards me, I realise he hasn't changed much. His rugged hands relax from a fist portraying a sense of comfort. His forehead is covered with a bandage and the thought of the injury has engulfed me. But then I look at his face and his soft lips and realise how much mine are dying for those. A strong tingle runs down my spine. I run to him and embrace him in my short arms. We make our way back to our house. I head to the kitchen as he make his way for a shower. 

      I prepare some tea and place some fresh chocolate cookies on the tray that I baked for him this morning. I walk towards our bedroom with tray where his uniform is lying on the bed. I place the tray on the table and pick his uniform up and hold it across my breast, letting his smell linger on my skin. I close my eyes and think about last winter before he left and we had spent most of our time making love next to the fire place. And I suddenly feel two warm arms embracing me. His hands are tough, scarred yet sacred. They make me feel at home and the loneliness of all these days is vanquished by our love. I turn around and kiss him. It's the most passionate kiss we have ever shared. It's like a bundle of joy accompanied by the agony of distance, love, faith and desire wrapped together in a Tiffany box. He lifts me in his arms and suddenly the memory of our wedding night floods in my mind where they carried me to him in a palanquin. He gently lets me down on our grand bed and I can still feel his struggling heartbeat amplifying mine. Here from the bed the only thing that I can see are his desirous eyes, and sense my tempted breath.  I sighed in hope to reconcile with his warm chest and he does so without any word. He unbuttons my silk blouse and traces my defenseless breast laying down his love on them. And as our bodies collided once again with trails of his lips exploring my body, I could feel myself indulging into something unspoken once again.  I looked outside the window and realised its past dusk and night sky is empathising with my jet black tresses.  I reckon of the days when he was away and I was compelled to lead my life in obscurity. But right now all that matters is that he is here, with me, in my bed and there is nothing more I could ask for.
     
            Our scarlet illusion environed our  bedroom and lives as I reached a new level of ecstasy with every tingle he left on my skin with his lustres lips. I cried comfort and pleasure that redefined every cell of my body. He synchronised his gestures with mine. And as we me made love I could feel the agony of the defamed war erase from our minds and our love reclaiming two impetuous souls. On this night, if nothing was gained or lost, a realisation embedded in my mind- he and I are meant to be. This is fate, we are one. The scarlet illusion formed constellations from our memories and this night was the brightest star of them all. In our love, there are battles yet to fight, and if he'd ask me, I'd say I'm ready. In the light of this acceptance I snuggled onto his chest as he whispered in my ears, "Darling, tonight we made unfathomable love."

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