
NUANCE-
Candidly though, he asked, “what is it that I like in him?”
This wasn’t just a question , not just a combintation of words arranged in a syntax.
This was a pursuit.
I wondered if I ever really asked myself the same?
How do I tell him that somethings, just,be…!
Like the sky is the sky, because it is the sky.
And in that moment I realise the vastness he occupied in my head.
He and his thoughts lay so scattered in the never ending expanse of my mind that fishing out one reason from it was like finding a drop in the ocean.
So I looked at him one more time.
Scanning through him, his glory.
Trying to unthread his fabic, thread by thread, to separate out the gold.
For he is the Nuance.
Each thread,strand,layer,shade,ingredient that makes him-‘him’ , is diverse . Each leading to its own galaxy.
He is the shades within a shade. And each with its degree of intensity and subtlety.
How do I chose the one I like more ,the one I like better?
For his aura is an errantry that produces iridescence.
I was still reclining in my thoughts when he inadvertently smiled.
And that, reaffirmed my notion of nuance in him.
For the smile didn’t just live on his lips…a tint of it touched his eyes,flushed his face, crinckled his brow,travelled to my face, brisked on my lips,seeped into my soul.
How, do I tell him which of these smiles in his smile I like?
He’s the wonderful bits of a wondrous whole.
So how do I tell him what is it that I like in him?…..
….I cannot separate gold from gold.
