They tied between us
a silken knot
before we circled the holy fire
seven times
and became tied for life.
Then we watched the years go by
and the knot remained, tightly tied.
Mine rose to my throat.
Yours to the stomach.
We could have undone.
We could have pulled it apart.
But we’d gotten a little too used
To the silken part.
-Nikita
Whoever wrote the introduction.....gosh...big hug from me.
ReplyDeleteI loved the Silk by Nikita...one more hug to her...
Jason - your writing is so good, but wonder why sorrow looms in the backdrop...there is grey and black and white...black can become grey albiet you need to add white to it....love you lots...
i love the concept of this blog.... i think its perfect... new, imaginative.... brilliant....
ReplyDeleteas for the writing styles, its part of the brilliance. its two diff ways of understanding the same thing....
i cant choose which one i like.... :)
keep writing.... and open up a guest page. you might be able to invite more people that way.
and people can write too (i will!! i will!!)
awesome blog guys..liked the Nikita version of silk.. portrays beautifully the silken noose of marriage :)
ReplyDelete@Nikita: You said exactly what was on our minds. This blog is exactly about the diff ways of looking at the same thing. We dont want you to choose between them and we hope you like both :)
ReplyDeleteAnd coincidentally we've been planning on having guest writers all along! We intend to do this when there are a few more followers so that our guests get more visibility...
You're definitely on the list.
@ Toon India: Thanks for reading... Do keep giving us your feedback :)
@Nik: Wow. Your words are like a pleasurable pain. "Mine rose to my throat. Yours to the stomach."
ReplyDelete@Jason: Again, the darkness in your writing pulls me down into a void which I have a perverse need to stay in, yet get out of desperately.