29 March, 2009

The Fountain

It be a huge big park...bigger than Central Park in NY where i never been. Think African game park! yeah... that be it! Not like i been there either, but you know what i mean...

And right in the middle of it be The Fountain...

Someone thought a bit of 'architecture' in the wilds be good for the soul... dunno wot they be thinkin... anyway...

This Fountain in its heyday, had an informal garden of sorts around it, with loads of African flora and fauna, rough hew pathways, all structured, wildly, to merge with the African surroundings.


Over decades, the Fountain dried, the gardens grew wilder than planned. The nearby plantation owner, out riding one day, realized that water supply had been diverted, inadvertently, leading to the demise of the Fountain and the gardens. So, he ensured that some underling engineered the waterworks back to life!

The Fountain was a structure that could be seen from a distance, the best vantage point being a hill about half a mile away. African wilderness be huge... and it was a while before the plantation owner went riding there... It was approaching dusk the next time he rode by the Fountain, where an elephant and her calf, a fawn and three zebra quenched themselves! Copious amounts of the old garden's flowers, now wild as the wilderness, were in riotous bloom.

Unknown to him, and his conscientious underling, the waterway of the fountain was also connected to an experimental drip irrigation system that spanned the entire garden.

The Fountain structure was huge... as if trying to compete with the surrounding African landscape...which allowed for the relatively peaceful watering of a variety of animals that had graduated toward it, when the scent carried on the wind.

The unexpected sight of animals at the Fountain delighted the plantation owner, who with a smirk thought - "And all is good".

We have travelled a long way in 2 decades. And we've reached the Fountain, again. Over the years, we walked some of those garden paths together, sometimes, we reached there, on our own, through different avenues. Almost always, enjoying whatever the garden had to offer along the way.

Today, we meet there again... two creatures with antipodal personalities and paths, on either side of the Fountain.

It once only had water, time and space have brought in algae and frogs and lil green snakes and all manner of wee water creatures, you'd probably go 'eeeekkks' over. (Hehehehe i can see you reacting to a chameleon now lol). On the surface of the water, no man walked, but lilies and lotus add to gorgeous nature's quietude.

We've often sat on the edge of the Fountain and dangled our feet in its cool waters, walking around there and generally lounging, reading or scrabbling in the shade of the oak, gulmohor and banyan trees. Sometimes i'd nap and you'd pray a decade or two.

Today, when we meet... we both walk, to the right, simultaneously, not toward each other, not away, just around the Fountain... conversing across its breadth, blessed by a light spray, before the animals come by at dusk...

Maybe, one day, we'll walk around the Fountain, toward each other. Till then, its lovely talkin to you


Photograph: Juhanson Wikipedia

25 March, 2009

MARCH MADNESS!

The Sound of Music
early in the month
lent itself to
Castles in the Air
&
Being on Cloud No. 9
not to be confused with
Love Portion No. 9
which has equally heady results...
However, circumstances prevailing,
all the above seems to be
Gone With The Wind!!

19 March, 2009

S!zzl!ng Afternoons...

You lie on a balcony, dozing, in plain ole bikini briefs, enjoying the sun on your back...

Footsteps...a hand trails through your hair and the slight scent of a cigar wafts in the warm afternoon air...

Moments later, another aroma permeates as you feel cool lubricious drops roll lightly down your spine. A sense of anticipation... the drops gather at that dip in the curve of your broad, smooth, gorgeous back.

You take a deep breath...letting out a sigh as fingers start a trail, tingling your up turned palm, lying along your side...barely glancing as they follow the length of arm...cupping your rounded shoulders...smoothly kneading your muscles there with a thumb...as palms start to pressure your shoulder blades you feel a leg thrown across the lounge...a weight settling on your lush curves with a sinuous bulge provoking hidden chasms.

The mirror effect of a second palm near your neck induces a sigh as you relax your momentarily tense muscles. Simultaneously, barely discernible pressures palm over your skin, under the curves of your lobes...trailing back down over your shoulder blades...up again those smooth fingers glide to trace your ears...hhhmmmmm...

Incited...squirmy...you turn your head to the right...sun rays streaming through the trees bounce off shut eyelids and softly flushed cheeks...

Thumbs revisit your spine, fingers in tandem tracing down your sides return to your neck and shoulders... strenuously now... over and over...the grazing sinous buldge lifts...a weight lifts and settles the top of your thighs as finger tips trail back down...now lower...lingering at the curve of your waist, then moving back up to the arch of your neck...

The hands are still, the weight hasn't lifted...the tinkling of water in a wee fountain is all the sound that's heard. Both, now breathing in tandem.

You lie there deliciously relaxed...blisfully aware, awaiting expectantly.

Then knuckles brush the curve of your cheek...the side of a finger glides gently over your now slightly parted lips...pausing a moment, feeling the warmth damp of your breath...moves away, as fingers frisk your right shoulder, zigzagging over your back and stop... at the top of your briefs, where a spot of scented lubricant lingers, shinning a little louder than your now gleaming back... a finger runs along the top edge of the bikini, first one way then another, starts you quivering...

A thumb caresses curves...decending along the symmetry of satan piping... now, indexes synchronize to sneak under the silk...both moving away from each other, slowly and insinuatingly, under the rim of that brief modesty, over the sides...reversing to trail up along sensuous arcs diametrically...lower to a juncture at the top of your thighs...moistened air...a denting of fabric over a passion fissure...that tantalizes, then fingers trail the bikini bottom grazing a glossy cleft, back and forth, eliciting clenching spasms...

A long drawn sigh, a pause...the weight lingers a moment, lifts off and steps away. Aroused, you turn over squinting into warm sun rays, sense your cool, dry skin and realize you were dreaming...as a cigar's aroma wafts thru the late afternoon air...

16 March, 2009

Quiet Tuesday morn...


Khalil says,

"You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care and your nights without a want and a grief.
But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound."

Frank Lloyd Wright

The thing always happens that you really believe in, and the belief in a thing makes it happen!!

W H Auden

To choose what is difficult all one's days, as if it were easy, that is faith...

Franklin D Roosevelt

"When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on." LOL - hey that works, really, i had to do it once! HAHAHAHHAHAHA

Victor Hugo

There is nothing like a dream to create the future.

George Will

The future has a way of arriving unannounced!