deadline

You have a job. An interesting one.

Really??

Yes. You are to make this. Your creation.


This is mine. You are to do this now. Your time is over.

But its still mine. My work.

the onset

The day began, with a certain you. Tired, sleepy.
Then there was light, music.. Subtle and soft. Loud though.
For you to sleep. And I woke up. Smelled up the tunes.
I pass them on to you.
Somewhere.

the surprises and caramelloes

Birthdays are in a way good. You realize you can be special or a day.
And cut cakes, all good things put around you. people make you smile, and even the sun is different.
You tend to get surprises...
And hugs..
Only to realize you are growing...
To life.

being in this feelng

And I find it weird at times, to see myself, trying to comprehend the complexities.
They were never for me. Neither did I love them. And so I try to stay at my place, even if my guy is eyeing that blonde. I know he's going to come back someday. I am beautiful in what I am.
He says I have eyes like the cow. Stretched and beautiful.
And then to realize, I have been living on caffeine, lately.
It has become my new found love, over the guy.
She is other name for jeopardy. And him, a sweetheart. We walk even more now, and love doing so.
Arms are the next coziest place on earth, other than your own house. And yes I crave to be in it.
Yours.

what i miss

There is more than just roaming around...
There is also a certain stone...I kicked it.
And I going on doing so,

Only to miss it, later.
Colors and patterns..
I don't see them either.
Neither broken walls, and illicit ramps.
Its all very neutralized, nude here. There's a subtle emptiness, in the air..
Men and women..
Drapes and pants, cars...

happy Teacher's Day

The giggles, and sobs I shared. And the first success ever.
And then, the talks I ever had. The discipline and fun, the grace and all the humility.
Being beautiful, being the perfectionist, you are so... In me.
The surprise in me, and patience, that little bit.
To challenge, is you. To win, is you too. You make me live higher.
You are the never say die.
The complete-ness in my incomplete. The say in my quiet.
The jingle of my medals. The attitude in my being.

bunch of roses

And there's this lady, dressing up every morning.
She walks, gets mingled, and then goes on smiling...
She has this scent, and tresses to love.
There are people around her...
You, and you, and you.... And you too..
And there.. You too...
She walks by you, talks to you, smiles and laughs at you.
She is looked at... You ogle at her, and you wink.
You get her things to buy, and you make her cry.
You make her smile, holding her hand.
You are by her side. You love her.