The Missing everything

Dearest Beautiful Magical Story-teller,
I don't know where to turn to.My wild imagination is being replaced by unwanted information and images that I don't want to believe in.I want to let go of it all and find you.I know not in which dimension you exist.For all I know, you are only a reality in my imagination.But yet I write as a process of self-healing.Those tormented images no longer inflict their charm on me when I envision you.They came pouring shamelessly into my childlike psychic.And now,I let them flow because I know you are there to hold me and call me your lil'one.

Come and whisper mystical events and truthful myths in my ear.Hug me like you were supposed to be a part of me and are coming back with gratitude,into me.Run your sweet palms (brimming with the fragrance of Khus)through my face so closely that you can feel every wrinkled line inflicted upon my being because of nonconstructive rage and over-rawed emotions.Fell those lines and rub them away.Hold my hands till they get sweaty and blow sand into my eyes.Lie next to me,watching my half-smile twitch while being an exuberant part of my dreams.Take me to a land with rainbow colored lakes on a white unicorn with spark-ly black wings and golden streaks.Smile and fuss over me unnecessarily.Keep me looking like a blushing bloom caught mid way through sessions of innocent flirting.Keep my toes running in rapid circular bursts of deep love and joy.Appreciate the hearts that dot my "i".Make me your imaginary fantasy bride.Nibble on me softly leaving traces of you all over.Dress me with wild flowers,muslin of copper-sulphate blue radiance,foam from the purest waterfall and dew drops collected from lotus flowers found in hidden lakes of the Indus.Be the sandman of my dreams and show me that I have a beautiful soul.Show me that you can love me back with the same harmonious intensity that I shower on to you. Fill my carpet with your clothes,lush green apples,colorful salads and beautiful books.Tell me the wonderful story of our journey in love.

All of this seems so fantasy-like but there is one thing I'm sure as hell of-that I'd never have to write one more such matrix of statements that are retrieved from my future.Because I believe you are very alive.Because you would have already ideated and carried it out with asymmetrical precision and absolute pureness.


The people who provided the right environment for me to write this-
My "new best friend":thank you for the pasta and comforting shoulder.
And you too,Roy-for being there always.
Oh,and I noticed that this is my 6th entry made.I love the sound of number 6.And this write up has come to be my favorite.The pieces are fixing in.Beautiful little patterns running around this vast Universe.
Love.