day of decision

I finished a chapter. Laughed and felt stupid.
Like I knew it always, and yet went on reading.
And then I come to write of it.
Like the stories of hope and morality.
Wish things were so in life. But they never can be so. So do I.
I end up being without scruples.

the mountain top

There had been a day.
When I was.
There. On sometime beach. The sole surfer.
I was the wave. I was the sand. You were far.
And you too. I had the flag.
There were colors, oodles of them.

I live in monochrome now. You are colorful.

reflections

I be your muse. Your color, to define me.
I be your brush, to color me.
I be your chandelier, to light me.
I be your eyes, to see me.
I be your model, your subject..
I be you. To love me.
You be me. My love.

the reason for happy episodes

Its when flowers bloom, that you feel beautiful.
And its when snow falls..
And then the autumn leaves..
Seeing the sun go down..
Walking on the sands..
Holding hands..
Coffee on chilled mornings..

And then for me, its you.
When you click me...
Hold me, be with me..
You become the world for me..

to love, from me...

To all the splits in walls.. I have a thing for you. 
I like to come closer to you.
So that you could hide me in...
So that I could be safe inside.
With all my dreams that I had built around .. 
When you were not there..
The one to hold your hands..
And to be lying down with you on sand..
With your legs on mine..
And then, a darkness..

the day we loved

For all the feathers that are there...
Lying on the heaven door.. 
I feel like putting them on my hair.
Let them grow to be my wings.
And up to you will I fly.

The journey to your heart

And here when I walk on streets..
Try to be of here, buy things not mine..
That is when you come to mind. 
I feel an unkempt urge, to go back to you,
And keep you to me forever.
Like I had lost you.

I walk on curved alleys, lined with short clothes.
Artificial streets.
Even if I hold hands here,kiss,love.
I know you love me back.

happy Friendship day

And the many phone calls that might come back to you now..
I'd love to be that old thing for you.
I'll miss you, and hold you when you cry.
I hate you for how you were with me.
We text even now. The degree changed, depth loosened.
We have days, apart. And nights that are sexier.
I still like to count on you. But I don't know about you.

Suddenly again...
We become strange.
We are quiet, and no more.