An evening in time

Glancing to my side
you beside;
Sitting bunched with your arms clasped around your legs,
your face lightly resting on your knees
Half closed eyes giving a peek into their shine;
Half open lips hiding the world behind

The now-and-then flickering of the evening fire
caressing your soft skin in an uneven gold
And stray strands on your cheek dancing with abandon to the tunes of the summer breeze
Rhythmic murmur of the dark waters
occasionally drowned to sweet sighs

Few words of conversation;
Punctuated with animated silences
Singing notes, of soft strumming;
aimless music as a background score

Half empty glasses
carelessly put down in the river bed sands
Coming alive now and then
with moving apparitions of people walking by;
unseen & unheard
quietly creeping away

Giving way to the glistening stars that shine as smiling witnesses
One evening
Two souls
Million notes
Infinite moments
No thoughts
And a few steps away
A tent for two...

A Love for Life!

What if our lives' were to be a book? An unedited, unabridged version of our entire existence. Raw and detailed in its narrative, nothing censored, nothing 'adapted to capture the readers' attention'.
And then if this book was to be made available for free?

I wonder who would be the one's to pick it up? And then, who would be the one's who last the entire read? And what can this possibly tell us about them, and their own journeys'?

However there is something else that I wonder about even more, maybe even worry a little.
There are no pure tragedies, and there aren't enough comedies. Each story, each book is a mix. A rich tapestry of interwoven themes, of lives entwining with each other like the meandering bylanes of an ancient tradition. Colours and shades, sounds and silences, laughter and wails, they all blend in an almost inseparable theme.
And that is really the story of each one of us. Each one so unique, and yet so similar.
When your book is done, what would it read like? Would it be an edge of the seat thriller, or maybe an out and out romance where nothing is impossible. Would it come across as a tearjerker, or would it be surprising how you even made it home eventually. Would there be heroes; villains even, and a few motley fellows thrown in for good measure?
Would it make for a great read or just another has-been-wanted-to-be?
In moments of peace I wonder what will my book read like?
Will it redefine normal, or be a piece quite normally defined?
And in my heart I know, that no matter what it is to the world- to me it simply has to be 'Whoa what a ride!!'