Dilli comes from heart

It has been almost a year since I left Delhi.
The city I fell in love with, but could not love properly. There was a distance between us.
Not only the physical distance of kilometers, but also a gap of not-belogingness.
Often I wonder if it would be a bit different if I did live in Delhi itself, not in Gurgaon. Or maybe if I was braver to venture beyond the well-trodden touristic parts of the city. Did I need a local guy as a guide? Could I get one without being entangled in a dramtic love-story? Questions remain.
I know I will be back.
In the meantime, I discovered this amazing photo blog - The Delhi Walla - I love it!
Mayank Austen Soofi tells me stories of places undicovered, of stories unheard, of characters unmet.
And of course, one more proof that the Law of Attraction works - I started reading a book, called Burnt Shadows by Kamila Shamzie. (A story of a Japanese girl that survives the nuclear bomb in Nagasaki, moves to Delhi at the time of the Independence and partitition.)
In the book, there is the separation of the Old Delhi (Mughal one) and the New Delhi (the British one).
Old Delhi is Dili, the city of heart. The lost home.
A part of my heart is also longing to come back to this secret, lost, out-of-time part of the city...As if, I had been there another time, in different circumstances.
You know the feeling, don't u?

...desire...

closing my eyes...
my hips move with this rhythm
the music vibrates in me
in my body
in my soul
i am a belly dancer
my eyes burn your skin
and my moves leave bruises to your heart

...desire...

making love

silently...noisily...quickly...in slow motion...in the dark...in broad daylight...on the floor...in the shower...under the stars...on the hot sand...on the dewy morning grass...late at night...instead of lunch...with our fingers...without our bodies...with the lips...tracing patterns...with our souls...beautifully...passionately...in our dreams...between two snacks...without words...with eyes closed...with our hearts open
we become one.
here.now.
everything else is irrelevant.

revelation

the beauty
the innocence
the freedom
the universe
life itself
in her eyes.
she is untamed.
out of this world.
all soul.
she is special
beyond words.

it is so easy to
fall in love
with her.

yet the price
is too high
and few are
willing to pay it.


some things
are not for sale.

***

she is the one capable of loving
till reaching the painful edge
she would not settle down for small bits of u
she wants u all
to taste u
to devour u
to indulge in u
she wouldn't sleep, thinking about the things u could do together
she would send u those tiny signs that only u can read if u decide to tune into her frequency
she would observe your every move, analyize your every word, notice the small imperfections of your body
a birth mark here
a strange earlobe
she could make u very happy
she could make u cry
she could make u love her
u will hate her as well
she would go that extra mile for u
if u just let her
yet
she knows
it is not going to happen
cause u have your happiness outlined
and she loves u too much
to steer u away from it...

...

Under the flourescent light in the small kitchen she was having her late dinner.
Leaning towards the wall, she gently held the small orange plastic bowl.
Slowly, as if conscious of being watched, she scooped some thick youghurt and carefully put the spoon in her mouth.
An almost invisible smile playing on her lips, she carefully cleaned the spoon with the tip of her tongue. Then ventured for another one.
The cornflake pieces delightfully crispy between the teeth. The raisins - thick and succulent.
She was wondering how would it feel to...