Would you hold me? Give a real hug?


I like the way you say “we will find a way”. I like the word “we”. It feels like a warm hug even from such a distance. I have lived a life fractured into “You” and “I”.  It never became “we” until you came in it.

It is true that every time I think of you  it is like getting a hug from inside out but sometimes the want for a real hug consumes me like a wild-fire. I wonder if the love we put into words will ever transform into hugs – real hugs not virtual.

I have forgotten how a  real hug feels like, the warmth of a human body against yours, nothing sexual or romantic but just a need to be held. I can’t remember even if I go back looking through my youth or even my childhood. Just simple hug, that cocaine high , that surge in the blood, that solace of being desired, that shamanistic, trance like feeling of ecstasy which strangely illuminates from within.   I desire you in the simplest way, simpler than you can think of and this desire is constellation of  wants and needs, hopes and dreams exploding inside me yearning for that one hug. The warmth of your arms around me.

I get that warmth from the words you say and write and the yearning increases with each day.

Sometimes I sit and wonder, why do we feel so uncomfortable giving a hug as we grow up? We don’t teach our children importance of non-sexual touch. They grow up without that knowledge and don’t know what to do when someone wants to hug them. They freeze. They feel confused when a sudden voice from inside tells them to go embrace someone. They burn but can’t bring themselves to give a simple hug. It surprises me how my own boys somehow lack in this especially when I instilled it in them. I guess society has a lot to do with this inhibition we have. These simple gestures of holding hands, hugging are lost in the rigid norms society enforces on us. It is surprising that two girls hanging out, hugging , walking hand in hand, giving a friendly peck on the cheek is acceptable but when boys do it becomes a matter of concern and ridicule, something abnormal, out-of-place. What kind of world are we living in? Aren’t we depriving our children of basic human needs? What will they become when they grow up, if not skewed up, frustrated adults fighting with their basic instincts?

We grow up to be icons of romance, fulfil those slush fantasies but so lack in these simple things. It is strange that sometimes those in a relationship/ marriage too lack these simple pleasures just like we, the lonely ones do. It is not gender or age based either.  We connect with each other at many levels but not on this one. There are times when one wants to give a hug and restrains and if one gets a hug one freezes and shrugs it off. Either way we lose, curl up, and go into a shell yearning for a  hug.

Empty hearts give empty hugs, even the pleasure of sex quickly goes cold in cold arms. I have been there so I know. They are just physical motions one goes through, a routine, devoid of love, desire, care or longing empty arms which may feel warm but leave your cold and drained. Slowly that dies too leaving a void, a starved body longing for human touch. Nothing is more bitter than to be forced to submit to the falseness of love. To endure the cage of arms that suck life out of you instead of  nurturing it.

I long for those arms, those arms that can end the growing longing; arms that would wrap me in the comfort of loving energy that matches mine. Arms that would make me feel safe, cared, understood for who I am. Not possessed, owned or used as an object, not holding me as an obligation to dead vows .

I sometimes feel like hugging random people on streets but I notice how suspicious we are of each other. We restrain ourselves and lock ourselves afraid that the floodgates of human emotions may overflow. Unsure if we can handle the deluge. We give virtual hugs freely but a real hug is a herculean task. I have felt the flow of energy even when touched accidently but it just ends in a surprised reaction. Hardly anyone gives a real hug these days. It has been reduced to a social gesture. We hug our animal companions more than we hug our fellow human beings. Isn’t it something to think about? Have you ever wondered “why”? Why is there such a social disconnect?

I sometime ..no, actually all the time … feel the need to put my head in someone’s lap or shoulder and cry or open my arms to someone who needs it, to stroke someone’s hair, to simply hold someone’s hands, simple things that words can never express.

You have to be in this place to feel the emptiness of the feeling of having someone who can change this forever and yet being a distant dream. This feeling is beyond the loneliness of any sort.

To be held in true love is a rare experience these days, be it from children, parents, friends, lovers, be it in any relationship even marriage.

I am looking for those arms, those arms which would hold me and true love, compassion of human heart, comfort and understanding.

Would you hold me? Would you turn those words into real hugs?

Would you?

You know

I would

If you choose so

Till then I will just desire. Feel your words wrap me in their warmth and make my fragmented state of ordinary life a little coherent. No longer scattered like autumn leaves through  time and space but contained at one place. In You.

When was the last time you gave or got a real hug?

If it makes you think, I feel for you.

Here is one  for you

From a distance


From a distance earth and sky seem to meet but the reality is different. I prefer to watch the horizon from a distance, to feel  romance of the sky and earth. I keep alive the magic of day and night linked together like no two things can. One can not exist without another. It’s a complex relationship they share, Forever together and yet forever apart. So do we. 

I love its cryptic majesty. The sacred orgasm where the earth lays itself bare to the sky, the sky bows down to kiss her and both explode in colors of their cosmic union. To get drenched in those colors, to feel the energy flowing between them is like a spiritual orgasm. The agony and ecstasy of love. I love to lose myself in those glimpses of  deep divine ethereal ritual. The way earth bounders  the boundless sky.

It is intoxicating to watch the different facets of love so beautifully revealed by nature. The two polarities ; known and unknown, visible and invisible, the . We all have a little of sky and earth in us. Love has its roots in the earth as pain and agony and its branches of ecstasy reach to the sky. The horizon for me is also the dual aspect of love  – physical and spiritual.

Then this feeling of timelessness and egolessness when I watch the horizon and think of many beyond that. There is a magical pull that draws all the negativity and fills me with calm when I gaze at the horizon. I feel that there is this solid grounding energy of the earth, reassuring and supporting and the vast ,warm, expansive energy of sky and the horizon is the blending point of both. A balancing point and that’s what it teaches me. to reach for the sky and still stay rooted to the ground. 

It is the perfect love affair where the sky and the earth meet. As I look deep into the horizon I find answers and explanations for everything: every pain, every suffering, joy and confusion. 

Horizon has another meaning for me.  Sometimes the reality of a certain situation is so painfully obscure that you do not wish to face it. I like to view it from a distance at such times especially if it is about love. Love that is unattainable. A mirage has its existence and beauty only from a distance, if we go closer it vanishes. Such is love sometime. I love to keep the image alive , to rejoice in it from a distance from where it looks perfect. A perfect merger of two beings in love. For a moment all the inhibitions, doubts, reservation are shed. It is as beautiful as one imagines it to be. A closer look or a pondering about its really would shatter the heart. Sometimes to sustain oneself we need a horizon.

I know that somewhere between where the dusk and dawn meet I will find love as splendid, as magnetic, as erotic, as spiritual as the love of sky and earth at the distant horizon. As real and as dream like as it seems. For that is a wholesome love, where no one owns the other, where there is distance and togetherness at the same time. 

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