Talent

I have never done this before. I have never been this nervous about a date. From the past one hour I assume I have been the most confusing man in this world, weighing the pros and cons of wearing a proper suit and tie because this date feels like a high school prom to me or should I be natural and wear just a pair of jeans and t-shirt like teenage boys do and still get beautiful girls attracted towards them. Beard is sexy but I know that she prefers cute one out of a crowd. Why you wanna go all sexy and money if your heart knows what she likes and what you want. Be it reading, writing, singing or dancing or maybe just painting the whole world with different colours. My own colours. My memories. I go for something blue because that’s her favourite and yes, also my favourite and shave my beard. I get out of my house, to get my freedom in this so wonderful world of mine. On the way of my drive to the theatre, I caught some roses not because I know what she likes but because I am not afraid or ashamed to tell the world what I would love to be; be it a romantic cheesy man to bring smile on her face, or be it a writer who wants to change this world at his words, or be it her who wants to change the mindset of dancing as a career and let people admire the balance she makes on her toes. The comedy movie was altogether fun and I had difficult time focusing on two scenes at one time, one was watching my favourite character in action and other my favourite person laugh and then cry like it’s the the end of the world. We were too much filled up with puffed up corns in our tummies and she gave me an excuse to go home and she knew I would offer to ride her to her place and she said yes and even if she wouldn’t have said yes I would have done it anyways. It was a question with an answer. How acknowledgeable a singer is about her tunes and chorus and lead and rhythm and the whole arrangement of letters in her leather bound book. Such a rocket science it is who knows about the use of correct brushes and colours at the right places. I was dreading to be in her place, inside her home sweet home and give her the right place, the most comfortable place of my arms. She knew I wouldn’t have come if she hadn’t invited me in for an ice-cream. It’s not always coffees or evening teas. It’s not always As that matter. You get what you love and what you want if you fight for it. If you work hard and smart to choose and get the right person, the right path. Follow your heart.  Watching her making up vanilla with hot chocolate was like a dream come true. Just like a reader at heart getting his favourite book in his hands near his heart and him crying laughing smiling frowning and lipsing the golden words while reading. The kiss and entangle of our lips in her kitchen with smells around was sweet and tasty. The fragrance of the book from a particular library or the wet colours was wonderful. I grabbed my first opportunity to have her forever and make her fall for me like no one else can. I practiced and danced and practiced and danced and practiced and danced. I took her to couch and not her room. I gave patience to myself and others. Talents like these take time to develop and bloom into flowers as unique as rhododendrons or roses, daffodils or just sunflowers. The best combination is being cute and sexy at one time. The kiss was passionate. I loved the way her wet lips wet the corners of mine. I loved the way her upper teeth kept tugging my lower lip sometimes like the small butterfly pleasure she feels when she swirls and turns around in her ballet dress. Her body felt flawless and light. Last it was like dragging her while she was entangled with my body. Dragging all my efforts and my closed people, persuading and all my efforts getting up and down to get my dream around. Getting the right girl in my arms. Being in the right armour, be it imperfectly but perfectly colour stained apron, being me. This time she was light like a flower and I took the chance and picked her up close to my chest and let her know I loved her before taking her to the bedroom. This is all about the brim of mix of nervousness and excitement when you have finally got the stage for your talent. Her heart was racing with pleasure and our kiss was becoming more passionate. At her biggest concert she sang all the way into highs and lows high and low and high and low and high and low and low and low and low. The tasteless energetic sweat feels like cherry over a cupcake with applauding audience like stars brightening up a smile on a child’s face. And here is the moon having different experiences and going through the phases and coming out of it and glowing just like her flawless body like I had imagined. The journey into her, into the very me, got me nowhere but us. I and my music are one. I and my story is one. I and my steps are one. I and my talent is one. You and me are one, and its forever and also happily ever after. Remember the best sex is which started in the kitchen, went through couch in the dining room and ended up in the bedroom. The one where you fuck her thorough, give your best and also make love to her, savour the real talent and dream of yours and whatever your godamn heart says to follow and fucking achieve your dream like you owned it!