"As she let break her stiffness;
I held her waist with firmness I saw through her eyes........."
Romance: As I try to define I become
unable to let put my mind and soul together and allow my hands to pen down the
only feeling of Romance. The initial stage of liking which later transforms
into ‘Love’ and turns up as a practice of ‘Love Making’. For me to be specific
the practice of Making Love is ‘Romance’ and the thought provoking to achieve this
end is the idea of ‘Love’.
My Love for Lady:
All
the years wandering around in the rains, under the sun and returning in the moonlight,
I use to plot that image of Lady. Lady to whom I wished to call 'My Lady' was,
now with the passage of time even escaping into exile from my wishes and
dreams. Then, the moonlight suddenly allowed me to breathe the sweet fragrance
of 'her' presence in my hollow lifestyle, to which the day was 'My Lady'
entered.
The
Love; now got a name, my plotted figures has a face and a name. I relished, as
I have 'My Lady'.
The
idea of Romance: To the idea of Romance is Love and the love making is the face
of "Practice of Romance". My love for her is the sensitive aspect of union;
My Love for her is the worship; My Love for her is spiritual; My Love is the
stage of ecstasy; It is beyond rituals and customs of society; It is burdened with
expectations of being together; It is free from time trail; It never counts
distance(s); My Love is emancipation; My love is OUR union; It is the love far
away from genitals.
Concluding
all, it was actually, not simply Love.
It won't be appropriate to quote ever that,
it was just a feeling. It was the feeling of being loved by My Lady. To
mention, I never realized in near time the intensity, passion and that zeal to
feel pain in love.
It
was all when 'her' touch across my body left shivers in me to let me feel her, feel
the pleasure of pain of love.
Practice(s) of Romance (Love making):
The
memory of the day hasn't vanished till today and will never in near future. It
was the day, when all of the mentioned feelings and ideas of love, made a move
to no more be ideas, rather be those abstract feelings. Feelings which ran
across my veins entered my body through 'her' touch. The day was when the union
was made. She just let the firmness of her body go free, and I held that loosening
into the stiffness of my hand on her waist.
She
accepted me 'her' 'Man' in honor and pride of 'her' love, ‘We’ moved towards the
exchange of our breaths.
Her
fingers made a delicate move to hold my hair and making me realize the presence
of a woman in my life.
The
feelings were now no more an idea of love, they were turning into the realization
through the practice of making love.
It
was then the fragrant dark, it was the darkness of her flicks, and she hid me
under them, and made me swayed through time and space. The no more moments were
left beside to let 'us' realize the oneness of our togetherness.
Breathing
now was just a dream, and sharing breaths was a realization. Her fingers were
the traces of life; the moment was of emancipation and rejuvenation. There were
no left over distances, our souls were one.
The
move she made by putting my hand on her upper body and moved it near her heart.
The words from her mouth echoed my ears and the silence of room broke-down. She
exclaimed 'THIS IS REAL'.
That Day To-Day:
In
the entire essay I tried to plot down my version of Romance. I mentioned the
idea of 'Romance' as 'Love' and 'Love Making' as practice of 'Romance'. The
entire essay is based upon my thoughts and real encounter with my thoughts. I
tried to lay down a very idealistic portrait of what romance is for me as an
idea and in practice.
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