assimilated

i am happily intoxicated.quietly, when you inhale, or just breathe in the magic of the moment, you feel thus.happily intoxicated.

i was pondering, contemplating and occasionally shivering at the sheer realization.and i was holding the beauty of it in my palm.it converged and made a lovely impressionist's painting.dash of colour and a potpourri of queer waves.that moment came in a wave.it wasn't still for once.then gradually, very slowly it started to set in. it seeped in almost.and it passed through my veins.

sigh!

no more goodbyes.no more.there are only middles, remember?morbidity makes interesting reads.drawing nourishment from melancholy is insane.love is sweet.romance sweeter.and what exists within the concentric circles is even better.and when you start looking beyond the panorama, everything, every bit of moment, every scrap of memory looks so brilliant. oh i am redoing it again.all over again.i am falling in love.yet again.

where was i when you were so beautiful?you are so breathtakingly beautiful.my fingers tremble lest they break the magic of it.no more insipidity when i consume you.

you are delicious!