A Piece Of Life We'd Like

The phone rang again,for the nth time.

Love calls ever so often. ‘Calling of love’ is it though?

I told you I WILL be there on time,honey!, said Neil.
Hi.

Unforeseen but not Unknown ever so often.

He recognized the voice almost immediately.
Rhea.
Hi…Rhea? , he said, though he was convinced it was her now.
Yeah, Neil. How are you?
Good.Great.You?Where are you?

Questions.Tons.

Here,actually,in the city. For a few days. Was wondering if I could see you?
How long are you here for ?
A week.
Great. Let’s meet then.
Yes.

Curiousity drives the mind to strive towards need ,more than desire sometimes.The need. Need to find out what and how and if.

Strangers after Love.
Life after Love.
Seasons and Change.
You,not I.

Nice place.
Thanks.It’s a friend’s.
Right.
Food! ..is here..!
She went to get the door.
He looked at her,in her black top.Her hair,messy today but with the touch of perfection. A perfect mess, like always.
And he had to look away.

Memories.Memories can quintessientially be so beautiful and so devastating at the same time ,like most other burning,vital things in life.

I’m ravished.
Me too.

They took a while to get comfortable,on the couch.
It had been long.
I love the view from here.So beautiful,really gets to one! God.
She got excited the same damn way.
So how have you been,Ri..Rhea ?
Good.London’s great.
Can imagine.

Conversations.Unwanted,frequently.Disguised with courtesy so often.
Conversations.One step closer – to depth.

Yeah.So are you seeing anyone?
Not really.Actually,yes…
Nice.How long has it been?
2 months about.
That’s very nice.
Yeah!
What? It IS nice!
Uh huh.What about you?
Um. Not exactly.I mean I like to say we’re friends.
With benefits.
With a bit more warmth than THAT.
Of course.So what’s his name?
Will.
Will?
Yes please.
Funny.
What is?
Nothing.
What?
Everything.
Alright.

Questions.Evocative even.

So does your two month old girlfriend know you’re here?
Of course. Not.
Right.
Well.
I understand. It’s hard to explain why one would want to step into right into one’s past out of the fucking blue.Inconsequential pursuits. Hah!
Do I remember this functioning of the deliberative process or what.
Last time I saw you was back home at the band’s for a few seconds.
I had tried calling you after that day.
You did? I left the next afternoon.
I figured.

Preparation of sorts.Things,facts,symbols and figures – all composed so far-reaching into the past and onset on the new.Any thing and preparation of sorts.

10 months.Almost a year.
It’s strange . Time.
I would like to think so.
So isn’t your ‘girlfriend’ going to miss you today? Sorry I’m back to square one again.
Not a surprise.
What do you mean?
Well. You know exactly what I mean and no she’ll be fine.
Of course.You’re as defensive as ever,Nleel.
Listen.It’s getting pretty late. I should make a move.
Whatever suits you the best,Nleel.



You’re ..back?
Left my keys.
Oh.Kitchen.
Right.

Touch.Shoulders so broad.Soft Arms.Singing out .One last time.

Listen.Do you really have to go ?
Yes.I really do.
Stay with me.
Why ?
Because we need tonight.

Waking up tangled.
Waking up happy.
Waking up with tears in my eyes.
Waking. Up. Into you.
Waking up wanting more.
Waking up to go.
Waking up . through you.
Waking up anew.

You should leave,Neil.
What happened to Nleel?
Your ‘girlfriend’.
Don’t even…
Just..
Don’t .I missed you.
You should go.

Tasting life.
Bittersweet.
Tasting you.
Sweet,sweet,sweet,sweet,sweet.

Truth.Pain.
And my sweet love inside me.
Don’t stop.
Because you have to go.
So just don’t stop.
Be closer.
Closer still.
Before I make you leave.

Needing you eternally, my love.
You always were my pretty, pretty, pretty.
This outlandish ending?
Why’d we have to go.
I loved love so.
=But you must go, I cannot even hear your voice and you cannot be louder anymore=

I’m back.
Oh.Hi.
So,can I come in ? I wanted to talk to you.
Uh yeah.But listen it’s not a good time.
I think this is ‘the’ time Rhi.

Are you coming back to bed?

Intrusion,intrusion.
Stranger inside my mind.
Her mind.
Her body.
Her peculiar soul.
Mine.
My.

Will.This is his house,isn’t it?
Yes.
His bed.
Neil.

The need to go back can be so very great,almost colossal - probably even more than the propensity to err again and again and even greater than the magnitude of our errors.The dear need,to go back - to go home- where the hurt is.The ever perplexing human tendency of being attracted,almost as if attached to pain and life.

Don’t go.
Seriously?What are you,mind fucked?
Could you not use that phrase?
God damn . God DAMN.
Why the hell are you so mad?

Who is screaming?

An old friend.It’s alright.I’ll be back in some time!

Slammed doors.Tired eyes.Recurrences.

This was a mistake.Like everything else with you had always been.
Wow.Thank you,Neil.So considerate and kind of you.A real pleasure always.
Have you ever thought of deserving it.
‘..of being deserving of it’
Of being deserving of it.

Habits.Old and acquired. Melancholy and Sweet . Dismal and Engaging.
Overlapping over the intricacies of the most intricate of the Intrinsic.
Dying so very hard.


I want to go home now,Neil.
It’s not been easy,not remotely.Especially with you,Rhea!.We’ve fucked each other like fanatics,fucked each other over even more so,well actually not,torn each other apart.Lived separate lives finally.It was going fine,brilliantly actually. ‘We need tonight’ .Frivolous! Thanks for fucking my mind up again.

Tears.Tears.Wronged.
Waiting.Light and Love.
Hurt,hurt.Pain.
Love all the way.All through minds.Touching and Hands and Orgasms.
Segments. Act of Life.Pain,pain.
Knowing.Your own.Doing it all.
Estrangement and Fusion.
Stay - Part – Severance.
Time alone and Loneliness.
Find an arrangement,get wet,acquire that artificial high – that thing called Contentment.

So,I’ll tell you one fucking thing and listen to me INTENT.
Intently.
With you I have truly lived,been far from contentment(that I’d always been used to) at every stage,but truly lived.And then after we walked out on each other I realized contentment wasn’t what I was looking for anyway.Please come home.

Silence is valuable.Why do we fail to understand that.Why do we talk,talk,talk; express,express,express.
Why can we not just be silent most times?

Because sometimes you want to take a chance.Because sometimes you want to get through,get to,get it right – express,express,express.And express some more.Take that chance.
And so she spoke.

I’ve waited to hear that – for as long as I have hurt through our bodies and pleasured through my misadventures.You stupid,stupid bastard.And this time I want a damn wedding.

Showers – are of varied oddities . From Sex-in-the- Showers to Showers of nails to cyclical rain Showers;from Showers of blessings to Showers of inadvertent adverse reports. And then to the Showers of pure joy fused of course with the inexplicable humanness and frailty of avid pain. And then Sex-in-the- Showers again,my love.
Back to square one.





...Sriya Coomer
February 5th,2008.