Jul 24, 2007

The Ice Maiden

She stands apart from all the rest of her kind.
A bit aloof, not snotty but just a bit imperious...

She is a shy woman..
She preserves her modesty always,

clothing herself in layers of white petticoats
like a greedy bride..

A thin VEIL shrouds her face but
Now and then she gives you an intoxicating glimpse
through a momentary shift and a flank is revealed.
Pristine, smooth as silk, almost flawless....

I try to picture her whole
from the fragments that I see revealed.

She towers above all the rest
one can easily spot her in a crowd.

She is definitely attractive & she holds me enthralled,

I want to explore her body
Discover her deepest darkest secrets
which she clasps so tightly to her bosom..

She is moody....
Sometimes she cries
and her white tears dot her pristine form,
Rivulets run down her body
it saddens me to see her so..

She is temperamental, & somewhat prone to melodrama
this makes it difficult for one to know
where one stands with her...
Keeps me on my toes...

When aroused she is frightful to behold.
She whips up a mighty tempest
shedding some layer of white clothes in rapid succession
& off they come sliding off her body

But for all that passion
she is a distinctly cold woman
One ought to be wary of treading too close
for she is possessive and a jealous lover..
if she catches you dreaming
she will keep you enslaved in her various folds.....

But then I was always attracted to such devious females....

yes...she is definitely my type ....
she is my ICE MAIDEN....
and she cometh....














{Kanchanjunga as seen from Dzongri, Sikkim}

Kanchangjunga is the third highest mountain in the world after Everest & K2

Jul 22, 2007

A Butterfly





.....And on her Left Shoulder
A Butterfly.....

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Jul 17, 2007

Stairway To Heaven




Stay for me there;
I will not fail,
To meet thee
in that hollow vale.

And think not much of my delay;
I am already on the way.


HENRY KING, Bishop of Chichester,
Exequy on the death of his wife

Jul 7, 2007

alstewart


I'm in a daze, no more a fog which seems to make everything so surreal to my eyes and brain right now.. It has a dreamlike quality about it..

There is no recall as such when I try to remember what I did the whole day today or yesterday night both of which have decided to entwine themselves within each other, clasped together into one entity engaged in blissful copulation. Lost in each other, engrossed in each other..

(Poe's " Dream Within A Dream" comes to mind, but of course I can't remember it fully)


I'm on a plane ... I can't complain (Nirvana).

To keep my mind from wandering off into Lulu land, & trying not to drift into a Wonderland of Hallucinations, I have been playing games with myself. Yes playing Little Games


Little Games are for Little Boys
I've found out there are other joys

...

Jul 3, 2007

The Wandering Thoughts



In this strange place I am at present, between inertia and vibrancy, I’m torn between the abandoned and amusing – well, it amuses me – this limbo that I am currently in, all I can do is muse and enjoy this fantasy fueled lethargy..

I have few words right now; this is my way, to grasp with intuition rather than intellectuality until the sediment has completely settled and formed crystals of the senses to be recorded at the peak of their ripeness.



I am in the Parvati Valley of Himachal Pradesh, another week before I am back.

Till Then I will watch this Rock Growing inside the split oak tree.



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