Tuesday, August 21, 2007

sometimes

if the nights were sweeter than caramel and the hours were painted crimson would the practicalities still matter. sometimes we were in love. the little boy ready to please for a smile. the man reaching out to reassure with a warm jacket and a steady hand. i lose when i count. but we danced secretly between moments where tiny heartbeats grew firm.

18 comments:

mermaid said...

I'm always curious about the phantom man in your writing. He haunts you and inspires you. I think he should just be with you already. He's crazy not to.

Alien said...

I found this post very intriguing... or mebbe cos I aint a old hand here!!

gulnaz said...

mermaid- maybe he is just an idea in my head... ;)

alien- well...i usually don't like to put my posts in the context of time and space...they are more like free flowing things in the air..as i have learnt that nothing ends...so its just a post...glad you liked it. :)

Anonymous said...

I miss you too ...At the moment work has taken so much of my time ...
Its been so long I need to work on LIP ...will you help me ???

Enemy of the Republic said...

Oh I've missed you too.

Alok said...

Gulnaz, this narration is full of passion, yearnings and a journey in itself ... so much in few lines .. brilliant

loved all the lines (i really dont know how to say tht but ...) and when u said "i lose when i count." well Gulnaz at the risk of repeating my self I did went weak on my already weak knees :)

brilliant ... simply brilliant

alok

Moon River said...

It's a pleasant surprise to have you back on-line
You've vanished just like that one day, I did hope to read you back!

Kalyan said...

That is the strength of comfort and a feeling of endless ecstasy within yourself, and in the longing the desire increases further so when you are again near, the passion is without any boundaries!

Amalendu said...

I hope I am not coming to this blog to take a solace from your words. But undoubtedly there is a lot of easiness, comfort, beauty and proximity, the way you arrange your words... A lovely one again Gulnaz...

gulnaz said...

nasra- hey good to hear from you? yeah work can really tie you down at times! i will write to you later in the night.

enemy of the republic- hey good to see you? your recent posts have been troubling...things will get better, they always do!

alok- aahh!! what do i say...thank you!!! thank you!!! thank yoU for appreciating it so!!! ;)

moon river- well i am sorry vanished and i hope i dont vanish again but i missed seeing all the art you post at your beautiful blog...i love beautiful things.

kaylan- amazing how well you describe it, merci! :)

amalendu- well, there have been a couple who have said what you say...and if you too feel this, then honestly i'm honoured! thanks!

Pat Paulk said...

Gulnaz, it is good to see you writing and blogging again. You have amazing talent!!

diana christine said...

your words made me cry....

gulnaz said...

pat paulk- you are such a fine talent that i am almost tempted to believe what you say, nevertheless thank you!! :))

diana christine- awww...it feels strange in a good way to be able to reach out to someone's heart through my words. thank you.

samrina said...

So deep n depressing...

Thanks for ur words at my blog. Hope to see you around.

Take care

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

The is sad but quite lovely.. I loved this line, "but we danced secretly between moments where tiny heartbearts grew firm". Perfect.

gulnaz said...

samrina- didnt mean it to be depressing but thanks nevertheless. :)

inside our hands, outside our hearts- thank you! :)

BreadBox said...

What a lovely little piece of prose: quite poetic. I am glad that Michele sent me to discover your site.

N.

gulnaz said...

breadbox- thanks!!! :) come by again!