Sometimes I thought it was love, sometimes I thought “no”.
You met me in the lows of life.
Like a breeze in the summer of my life.
You were someone.
You were unknown.
You were young.
But your smile felt instantly mine.
Whenever you met me, I felt like a parched piece of soil meeting a rain drop.
You spoke, and spoke, and spoke
I sat watching u..and asking myself repeatedly: is it just he and I, or an unfinished love story from my previous birth?
Some unfinished love stories are more beautiful and accomplishing than the finished ones.
Tired and sickening is the wait.
Time flows slowly,
In rhythm of a cart – slow, gasping for breath…
A humdrum so severely painful
A moment so heavily burdened with expectations.
…there is no respite.
A silence so deep and heartbreaking,
That it chokes the desire to exist.
Inching forward stealthily
To end the wait and the heartbreaking silence that surrounds
The shadow of hopes – forever, once for all.
Smell of Vodka
Mixed with smoke.
A wet kiss and much more…
Time to reap what you sow…
Take your leave..
Say goodbye and go
Lived enough, laughed so much
Time for a voyage
Time to rush
Forgiven sins, forgotten pains
Free yourself and forget the gains
Come back again
In a new life and shine
Live a life fulfilling and worthwhile.
A Pink sari, and a black suit
Cinder and soot
Two pair of eyes
A pack of lies and some truth
One moment and a kiss
Handful of desires and a wish
I want them all…I want them now
A kiss on my lips and one on my brow
Oh! boy, let’s meet again in a winter morn
Let’s love each other from dusk to dawn
A big laugh
One love traversing
Life’s crests and troughs.
Four arms inseparably entwined…