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Of Love

There are moments that cannot be penned down. They are too pious to be explained; they just need to be experienced.

Even if I had been a prolific writer, I would have failed to help you envisage what is described in the following post. But still I know many of you will recognize it for I hope that at some particular moment you might have gone through such a specific set of feelings which are so general to everyone who falls in love. I don’t know what they are termed, but there is definitely a trance involved, so let us for a moment accept the existence of the term: LOVE TRANCE.
Butterflies dance in a frenzied way 
Tension rises and fades away  
Every second is felt through  
So is the trance when I am with you.

Every part of the body undergoes a strange sensation as if they are the chords which are being played. In a jiffy, there are butterflies that fly down in your guts in a frantic fashion and before you know it, you are no longer in control of anything that you are being subjected to. You can just wait and let it all pass. You know that you are weak but the person next to you is the one you can afford to be vulnerable with. Slowly and slowly the pressure subsides and you know you had been in a trance and it was because of the person next to you. What you have suffered is a panic attack, a defense mechanism triggered by your mind to warn you of the level of intimacy you have reached. It is a hypocritical attempt to escape as in those moments it makes you feel more intimate. But, it is not these panic attacks I wish to talk about. I wish to speak of the trances you undergo that make you feel the exact opposite of the sensation described above; the trances that make you feel in control of everything including space and time: LOVE TRANCE.

In this moment of trance chaos was lost, in your love I drowned,   
I was the master of space and time and of your soul who had me crowned.

Every tick of the clock was so deliberately pronounced. Maybe, it was an attempt to shatter my illusion that all these moment were lingering in space and time by announcing the passage of every second. How could I forget it: All that is cherished is momentary? All such sensations are like cotton candy they simply melt away without you having any realizations of it. It must have been the serenity of this moment that made this obvious evasive to my mind. Every thought was well responded to and every smile was reciprocated. And that walk was like no other walk with empty lanes, and zephyr that blew and drizzle that fell, the night sky and moonlit streets, street lamps and hands held and there was jiffy of love that drained away like sand held in a clenched fist. A WALK TO REMEMBER thereby. It was no moment of chaos, no frenzy, no harried emotions. It was calm and peaceful and transcendental. Even the silence felt like a melody that floated, dancing from corner to corner. This silence was the new language: the silence that my eyes spoke in, the silence in which her eyes replied. There was a fetish in that moment itself, the magical charm that erased the existence of past and future and in that moment I was just a man who has lived through that moment, who has witnessed the unseen and unforgettable and who has heard the unheard and unutterable. If only I could vaunt, I would have added so much more to make it a perfect story for those who have a penchant for stories but then there was sanctity of the occasion described that prohibited me; and after all it not a LOVE STORY, it is just a LOVE TRANCE


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