Echoes of the Soul – II

Line by line you read my mind like a magic that I want to master

Line by line you read my mind like a magic that I want to master sometime in my life – yes just to read your mind

The reading of mind:

We are growing envious of each other. Envying each other of the quality of this intuitiveness we have developed for us -: like a mobile app these days! In the mazes of our mind we walk – and the game here is finding the correct path in which we are master now- you are walking to find a way for me and I walk for you to show you the way. The network of souls guides us – the belief guides us and art of deduction of our thoughts shows us the path. You are the replica of my five senses and if I ever have the sixth one too- you are its replica again. What my senses do is what your senses act or react to. What I think is what you feel, what I am about to say to you so excitingly- is what you just tell me and I eschew it – but you make me say it again – knowing how pugnacious I am and the reason is only to spread my lips to make me smile. We both have stopped voicing the emotions of our mind- they come up impromptu – so strange. I turn rapacious for our soul chat. I want it more. This connection of soul is so rare and all these years I realized that I have been yearning for it.

I start prattling about me, my crushes, my loves, my painted nails, my clipped hairs, my new pink dress, my jingling hands and my painted palms- there is agility in your eyes because you are confused how to react over my puerility.  To my surprise, you don’t consider it to be puerile but  turn yourself feminine, like my Ama (mom) to understand it. You want to see me perfect in my favorite attire and you imagine it with the same excitement as of mine and you conclude to call me the most beautiful woman in the whole world. You don’t criticize me for being so “womanly” like other regard this kind of talk as “feminine”. You say this is the part of me – which you can never be and you appreciate it with your whole heart. And I turn masculine for you when you start talking about your masculine identity, its demanding nature and how it drags your whole attention to something that doesn’t make you happy. The masculine power you are supposed to have, the duties you need to perform, and the stresses you need to take. I understand your limitations that are just because of your masculinity. Thus, you are my feminine part and I am your masculine half. Continue reading

Echoes of the Soul

You are the wind and I sway with you -- I am the wind and you sway with me

You are the wind  with you I sway — I am the wind with me you sway..  pic: by me somewhere on the way to kulekhani


 The Soul Chat -:

There you are — you were there always- it was me who never understood your presence. You always remained underscored and otherwise a vigilant who never expressed anything, who never wanted anything in return. You are I and I am you – I am you and you were I some time ago. How the role changes? How well this telepathy works? How well are we connected with an invisible network of our souls? Don’t you feel the same vibes that I feel? The positivity, the charm that makes us laugh or sometimes negativity and the sadness that turns us silent– our life is full of these both emotions, right? My soul echoes to the voice of your soul – and yours? How can your soul not echo my voice? I often hear myself — my inner self’s echoes when we have this soul chat.

This is our favorite bakery shop — and here is our favorite table -we sit there often face to face – confused always what to have first- (The first day I had met you – I had worried so much about my eating etiquette – I know you remember that and I know how much you like the way I eat– messily 🙂 ). Well, the first time of our soul chat was amazing – I thought I was you for the first time. I saw myself in you. You were like a mirror for me– Am I a mirror for you too? To watch your past or present in me?

Oh I was talking about our favorite place – where we sit and our soul echoes and echoes to each other. I order an iced tea – my favorite one since I gave up Coffee (Painful). Continue reading