And when I looked into her eyes, I looked through here.
That very second I was told by voices in my mind that I have something to
offer, simply, I felt myself complimented to her.
She was above me and
looking at me, with her pseudo professional moves and (to me) seemingly
grotesque objects in her hands she asked me to open up my mouth. I could only
see her eyes.
But it was enough for me.
Enough for me to hear music from violin, I wasn’t on the
hospital bed then, I was taken far away, to the houses of love and music but
those were the houses of sands. They broke when she called out to me,
“open up” it seemed that I was lost into her eyes and I
wasn’t paying attention anymore to her request to look into my oral cavity. I
felt I had some sort of facial palsy that I wasn’t able to move my jaws. She
took away my conscious. It was happening so fast that I wasn’t able to note
things properly. She was all covered in green except in her eyes. I thanked
they don’t have masks for eyes at least.
Again I was lost! And lost were the other patients and
personnel around. I hoped we were alone! I wanted to believe they all
disappeared there and then. I remembered all of my poems about eyes and wanted
to recite one to her and explain how oyster fading are those.
“we are finished” she told. That was my fastest twenty
minutes in my life. I wanted to be there longer, watching her making her face
when she found something wrong or when she had no idea what was wrong. I just
loved being there. I felt inexplicable attraction to her, like the exchange of
graviton or some heavenly entities that was responsible for such monotonous
adorations in such short instance.
I remembered “fifteen minutes”, a real time experience of
my feeling attached to a girl in a bus!
This was way more complicated.
Here, there was chance that I to see her the next day.
There was likelihood of us crossing roads together.
I knew it was unacceptable. But I too know that heart knows
no rules. And at times we should let heart rule the brain breaking that
transparent glass in front of sweets, preventing us from slamming our face when
rushing for them.
It was short but it was real. It was hard too. How can I
reckon her in public? I knew her eyes and hoped it to be enough!
And still I am searching her in crowds.
In buses and in crossroads.
She was my Cinderella and I
was desperately looking out for her another shoe!