Friday, November 03, 2006

Anonymous Proprietary

Have you ever had the feeling of owning something, that does not belong to you, isnt intended for you, yet no one has known it better than you? And what if that thing is as abstract as beauty? For namesake, lets address this feeling as Anonymous Proprietary. You dont own it, yet you own it.

I have lived this feeling. I have seen it, heard it, smelled it. When i first saw her face, it was, well, just another job for me and it was just another pretty face. But time enhanced my perception of her beauty. I saw those eyes speak and smile and cry. I saw her lips smile in sympathy and happiness. I started knowing when she wanted to say no, but said yes. I saw her dreams and her pain. In the wilderness of 'our' solitude, I started imagining myself as an owner of those emotion, sometimes aimed at no one in particular, yet never aimed at me. It was as if they were meant for me, since no one could see them as i could, yet they werent meant for me. I was in love, with my imaginary property.

Years have passed, yet my detached love is intact. I am still mesmerised by the silent talking her eyes do, and still saddened by those, sometimes fake, tears. Faces have come and gone, yet thhose unclaimed emotions still belong to me. In anonymous proprietary, I found that beauty, which otherwise, would have been lost in the infinity.

P.S. This is entirely fictitious. If you think it is non-sense, you might be right.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Nice fiction.
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