coffee-ed mornings

In between all the woods of lines
And jungles of curves,
There are dots of carelessness..
And then there's you..
A whole lot of you.
Just you.

introspection

There are these trees, all over the place,
And its supposed to be there..
It has to be cooler,
With only a bit of that sun kissing the feet, mellow.
You would listen to ripples,
And I, the wind.
Petals would come down, touch you, and fall on me
There has to a pebble, to scrape the ground.
The red one, broken from a brick.
It has to be lonely.
Like us.
And the leaves will ave to be all over.

beyond 12 hours

I am going through this strange phase..its called something..
I have to dine alone, walk the same...
There are these alien roads, even i want to make them familiar..
I have those seats in front of me empty,
Every time I am eating out.
Every time I sleep, there's this silence...
It is not that I am missing anything..
I really don't..
I am just here..
With myself..

the office desk

That's where I find the most fascinating corner..
The intrigue..and to be watching it every time I turn at her..
 Jeopardy!!
The terracotta cups, with black and white mayhem..
The rustic pencils, weary.
The funniest cow, looking at you in amusement.
Parrots, chirped on a wooden pipe... with cloth clips perched from a red string.
And the cute dog's picture, whom you would love to cuddle..
Her daughter's sun and moon and the parents holding her hand..
The orange sand clock... and other vintage clocks..
Sheets and notebooks..scandalously scattered..
Ganesh..there were two statuettes..

I wont be here for long.. but I can only wish..
Yes I am jealous..

non-sensical ###

There was water flooding my room today..
and I didn't notice it..
I was lost

life here..

When the sun is here, every morning..
It already has shone on you,
Making you think of me..
And when I get up, its only you..
to whom I belong..

The afternoon shower

There are rains, at times when it coincides..
It comes to me..and to you too..
I feel like wishing..and then you do so too..
We wish the same thing..
Coincidentally..
I let the drops just touch me. lightly..
You drench yourself..
There is this wetness..
Little..
And more..

Workplace

Its another start of day..
and I wait for the daybreak now itself.
I am stupid, crazy and an architect..
It has to be a good day, I think to myself.
Not knowing things that lay ahead of me, the people, their talks..
In words I cannot read..
They play music I do not like.
And have books I crave for..

aftereffects

Thank god for the fact that I can read.
Not humans, but words which define us, our being, our surroundings.
But I cannot read you, your being, your self-ness...
You are are difficult... or rather I am too simple..

There could have been things, so different...
Yet they are not..
To come back, its difficult. I know..
You never did.
I could not.
I wish there had been simpler things..

when you were gone

For all the love you give me.. I am grateful.. But you know how it goes with me.. and that I tried too..
But somehow could not..    
I know you would not believe or you might not even try to...

Just wanted you to listen to me once, when you went on talking...

a week's report

I thought there will be much to write about.
But I think I am loosing myself, in the attempt to find.
There are certain grains i need to get right, then it will all be fine.
I assume so.

I am on a tryst with lines, various.

confessions

It feels strange sometimes, here. being alone, remembering you.
I can only talk to you. And that's superficial.
I can wish for you to be here.
And wait for a certain time to come..
There's this fact that we are together.
And we both love it.

I wrote this for you.

the beginning of the next

This is not an account.. Its just there..
The day when i started, it was messy, There were lots of people. They went on talking,laughing.
And i somehow felt lonely, just wanted to be alone. Quietness!!

And here I am..
Alone. I don't talk to anyone. Just be there on my own.
I draw, feel frustrated, feel anxious to be back home, though temporary.
And then wash dishes.
Just to be.