Day 3 :
Damnation. The time was past. She was not to be seen.
Should have asked her name.
The breeze gusted. The pigeons flew back to their nests and night came. Hours flew by and he stayed.
It was late. He stepped out and behind him, the doors closed and the lights fell. Darkness swooned in on his lonely soul. He walked towards home breathing in the night’s air.
Only the dim street lights shone.
The city was asleep.
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Day 2 :
He had arrived early.There was confusion. Should he reclaim his throne or should he…..?
He lingered around and stared at the empty chair for a few seconds.
No, he could not bring himself to not let her have his place of solace.
Let her have the seat if she comes.
Would she come today? Only if she came!
Really? Cut it out, you! You don’t even know her name.
He fancied a wishing well. He could just drop a coin and voila! There would be a burst of thunder and a bolt of lightning. Smoke would curl up from the ground and she would walk out of the smoky screen.
He sat there for what seemed like an eternity wishing she’d come if only to see a second time.
How could a man like him engage in such frolic thoughts?For all he knew, she was a perfect stranger. She could be the devil himself in the angel’s clothes. She could be a gold smuggler or a swindler. She could be nothing but a cheat.
Well, those would be the logical mind’s thoughts. Never ever to fall in love with a true stranger. But does the stubborn heart ever listen? Stranger or not, her eyes would deny all logical fallacies.
Stranger or not, his heart would only look at her eyes. They say that the eyes are the windows to the innermost being and he could only see kindness and insatiable uncorrupted love in those charming eyes. Continue reading “Satyr #1.2”
She was a creature of exquisite beauty. Her dusky eyes dazzled like the stars of the night. She charmed the soul. Her lips were full and they had not the rosy hue of Snow White or Cinderella. They were a tinge of pink and dark. Her shadowy locks fell about her shoulder like a cascade of rippling waters. She was not fair. She was the night’s dame.
She was the drizzle in the scorching heat.
Simple things, she loved, like books, the wind, the sea and being alone.
Her favorite haunt was the café down the street. One could find her, clad in one of the sombre dresses she owned, sipping coffee at the end table, looking out at the streets with earnest eyes, the perfect picture of solitude.
Day 1 :
When the busy monotonous city life was more than he could take, he would turn around to this quaint place and relish his coffee in lost thoughts.
The end table with the window overlooking the street was his province. He would silently, look out the window and gaze at the passers-by and drink upon the realization that each random passerby is living a life as original and crowded with worries, friends and all that is life. Each person living their own period piece and sometimes, you are just invisible, nothing but a voice at a distance.
Continue reading “Satyr #1.1”