Thursday, 13 September 2007

There's another world inside of me
That you may never see
There're secrets in this life
That I can't hide
Somewhere in this darkness
There's a light that I can't find
Maybe it's too far away...
Or maybe I'm just blind...

Maybe I'm just blind...

So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
And love me when I'm gone
Everything I am
And everything in me
Wants to be the one
You wanted me to be
I'll never let you down
Even if I could
I'd give up everything
If only for your good
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
You can hold me when I'm scared
You won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone

Love me when I'm gone...


Lyrics of “When I am gone” by band 3 doors down

The stage is set and they step out on it. Hand in hand, each step a precise beat in a symphony they come out into the spotlight and make their way to the center.

He faces her and looks at her. Dressed in a semi backless black evening gown with thin shoulder straps and with her shoulder length black hair she looks like an angel from heavens up above. There is no wind, not even a breath from the awe bound spectators and yet for some reason her hair maintain a poise of pride, like a halo.
Dressed in his black fit tuxedo immaculate in his appearance with his hair gelled and held back in perfect waves he looks handsome. A fitting beau for a beautiful princess. He stares into her deep brown eyes. The eyelashes as if long fingers protecting priceless diamonds, hide them and then reveals them again. The signal has been given, the acceptance acknowledged and he takes a step back. They turn to face the crowd and take a bow. He looks over his shoulder to his left, a crisp nod of his head and the music begins.

Facing her again and bowing just so slightly he takes her right hand into his left and with all his grace encloses her petite body in his right arm. The feet move, together. The eyes are locked.

The ceremony has begun.

He takes her around. She is agile on her feet, nimble. His movements are firm and precise. His head is held high and she is the image of perfection that moves with an astonishing agility around him. They move in unison, every step carved to perfection. Their movements are swift, rapid, calculated, fast and yet every position held long enough that they seem to be not a part of this space around us but the space itself, as if a maestro like Da Vinci is carving them out instantaneously and marking them fixed in a universe that they seem to leave behind with every passing epoch.

His arm uncoils from her body and she slides on his stretched self from his left to his right, spinning in front of him and making him feel her touch as she moves. She reaches the end of his outstretched right arm and at just the precise moment he catches her from her fingers and pulls her back. For an instance they are face to face again, for an instance the eyes meet again, for an instance there is a fire and they are the center of universe exuding such a powerful burst of energy which a thousand suns and stars cannot mar. She breaks away again, facing the spectators she makes her entire self balance on a tip of her toe of her left feet with her left hand as if caressing her body and her right hand raised on top of her head while her right foot slithers up her left leg and sits touching her knee. She lets herself fall back and he catches her. Her left foot slides in her front extending her body in thin air, her right is still bent and she bends down her neck in his arms and look up at his face. Another moment lived to perfection, another harmony sung out and another orgasm taken to the heights of divine ecstasies. He pulls her up and the feet begin moving together again. They take each other’s hands and for once, she bends back, oozing out an oomph from those who watched muted. She snaps back upright and at the same time flings herself up onto his cuddled up arms and he hoists her above his head claiming his adulation for her as his crown. She lies there suspended between heaven and earth, between a dream and a reality, between a heated desire and a nonchalant possession. He takes her down and she coils her lissome legs around his torso and sits upright in his lap while he stands supporting her feline body with both his arms. Eyes are locked again, lips are almost together and he can make out tiny beads of dew appearing on her forehead with all this love making.

She springs down onto the ground again and he wants to slow down for her sake. She is still electrified, still charged, still the cynosure and he becomes a follower lead by her severe desire. He moves with her still, holds her still and lets go of her still on her every small whim and command that she issues from her entire body using it as an instrument to dictate. The music heats up further and so does she. She moves faster and faster taking him with her and he follows blindly. She spins all around him holding his finger from on top of her head as if a beautiful puppet being suspended from thin air.

And then she stops and falls into his arms. He bends his right knee forward making her stretch horizontal once more. Her torso lies partly on his bent right thigh and partly in the air around her. Her right hand is in his left and his right hand is bent behind his back as if taking a bow. She lies there suspended looking in his eyes. He can see oceans of love and lust crashing with heavenly forces in those pupils. Her eyes burn with desire and affection. And he can see himself being reflected in them. A glint crosses in those sapphires and it takes him a second to realize the left hand which comes down suddenly and buries the blade in his back.
He falters but does not let go. How can he, if he does she’ll fall and he can not allow that to happen! Her hand moves again and the blade is pulled free. She springs free from his body and he tries to stand but bends double. Another flash of lightening and the blade is buried again. He tries to lift his face and look at her. The beads of dew are more pronounced, her hair though as if now beginning to feel the charge coming out of her and trying to stand up slightly still looks a halo. He looks at her and she lifts her right foot. The contact is made on his face and he ends up on the stage lying flat on his back. She moves closer, his eyes squint trying to bring her face into focus. There is a spotlight shinning at the top right at the back of her head, no no its sun, no it’s a moon, no probably it’s a star! Damn its hard to look at her with these rays burning his eyes and he closes them with a single thought running through his dying cells

She still looks beautiful.

Audience breaks into a standing ovation. She turns, takes a bow and leaves.


The ritual has ended.


So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
And love me when I'm gone
Everything I am
And everything in me
Wants to be the one
You wanted me to be
I'll never let you down
Even if I could
I'd give up everything
If only for your good
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
You can hold me when I'm scared
You won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone

Love me when I'm gone...

20 Comments:

  1. kat said...
    John, you swept me away with your dance. Your steps were intricate, sweeping and graceful, and I was transfixed by the movement of your words. Then your woman marred the beauty. I abhor her. Perhaps she is always there, but she is a discordant note that causes a misstep in a grand waltz. She has too much power. Not everyone is blinded by beauty. I hate spiders.
    indicaspecies said...
    Wow, wow, wow! What beautiful writing! I felt like I was right amongst them in their 'love making' and very much in rhythm! The power of words is incredible.
    Ashu said...
    I am in the awe. Words, are all I have that take your hearts away. This boyzone song played in my mind while reading this wonderful long post.

    You rock dude.

    Keep writing. Do visit n pls comment on my blog too :)
    annie said...
    Wot a fantab piece. You are just too good with expressions...have u considered ritin a novel?
    John F said...
    Thanks Kat. They were not my step to be honest. I was just a part of the background, standing still and watching her take him and spin his universe around her and destroy it all when she had had enough. She does not cause a misstep in a grand waltz Kat, she IS the grand waltz and oh what a waltz it is! Music which can think on its own, flow on its own, sway its listeners when it wants to and scream in their ears to amuse it when it wants to.

    I dont like spiders too but their webs are fascinating.

    Thanks Indicaspecies! Yes I agree with you, the power of words is incredible, be they mine or someone elses.

    Ashu thank you so much! I am not very active on blogger these days but I do visit your blog and leave comments to!

    Annie, thanks dear! I havent really thought about a novel. To be honest I am a dying wizard. I can perform extraordinary magic sometimes but I cant hold it for too long. My spells are best viewed for a shorter time period when they are at their best. Stay long enough and they fall over the place like a tear drop hitting the floor and scattering into zillions small prisms.

    I have been considering writing a book of short stories though but I dont know anyone who might help me publish it. Can you?
    morinn said...
    wow! simply wow. I did read that some days ago but could not find words to describe what I felt while reading this. (I've even sent the url to some friends to look at). This is simply a masterpiece. The way you describe their slightest movement gives us the impression that we're there.
    annie said...
    Tagged you...hehe! Check my latest post - Wishes of a Lifetime for details.
    John F said...
    Thanks a hell lot Morinn!! I really appreciate your passing my URL to your friends! I am so so so honored! :-)

    Annie, thanks for tagging me but I am seriously at a loss here! What do I write about! lol! But I shall try of course!
    Ashu said...
    John, you dint drop your power of words on my blog. Miss it. :)
    John F said...
    Lol! I am not sure about the "power" Ashu but I did leave a significantly annoying comment on your blog earlier this morning. Maybe you havent had time to read it yet?
    fishwithoutbicycle said...
    Wow. As someone who loves to partner dance (salsa) I found you really captured the moment beautifully. Fish
    John F said...
    Thanks Mr Fish! Ironically I am someone with two left feet. I find it hard enough to walk in a straight line, forget about dancing!
    kat said...
    John, I stand corrected. I should not have let my comments reflect my emotions. I thought your use of language to convey the image of the dance was superb. It was easy to imagine the sweeping steps and tight turns. A difficult task. The ending was very Elizabethan.
    John F said...
    Thanks Kat. But no I still say that here at least let your hair down and jump as wild as you want to. No one is judging you.

    It is pretty difficult for someone like me with two left feet who as I said can't even walk in a straight line but I am glad I managed this piece. It was very hard considering the speed with which they moved but their carved impressions in the universe helped me a lot.
    twilight said...
    beautiful. I loved it all!
    Me.. said...
    Now I've come across somebody who can bring alive on paper what dancers create on the dance floor. Beautiful work John.
    John F said...
    Thanks Twilight!

    And this feels awkward but thanks "me" for your comments! Lol!
    freesherry said...
    breathtaking!!
    i mean really.. the descriptions were so engaging and the end really just left me dizzy
    have blogrolled you
    John F said...
    thanks sherry! Maybe we should combine forces one day and word out the perfect dance ;-)
    idealpinkrose said...
    hi, nice one. btw, i saw your blog on bc and as you wish, I stumbled this...pls. don't forget to stumble mine. thanks in advance...

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