Colors

In a moment's notice, you change colors..
From red and blue to true green,
And then leave me in trance to your mystified self..
A surprise my eyes hath never seen.

You bind me, love me, hold me tight,
Whenever needed release me,
I have no powers, no hold no bold,
I can never be same as you would be..

We are different souls, you a higher rendition..
We can love, fly and melt in ourselves..
Yet be different..
For you are a surprise..
I am your hypnotized lover..

Till then...

There will be someday, yes, for sure..
When there'll be no work.. but love..
When you will have all the time for me.. 
As we will spend time cooking and laying down on grasses..
Putting down our toes in cold waters and holding hands in sleep..
And I can lie down beside you to serenity..

Someday..

I will count for days as those.. 
Which will make us rise together, in arms of each other..
Close..

The Eve of the anniversary

Today is the Eve,
And yesterday, long time back, Adam asked out..
Tomorrow will be the finale.

Two fine springs and summers later..
Adam and Eve are withered, their petals dried,
and laughter reduced to smiles, from peals..

Adam goes to work.. comes back tired..
Keeps quiet..
Unknowingly, Eve keeps on with herself..

They are a boring school time table now..
with the session soon ending..

School life ends too..

Unconditions and Unconventions..

We still have lots left. 
Probably we will go another degree far.. 
In order to live the missed moments..
You may have your other dedications, But I will have you.
And I will still love you, the way I do..

Stand still

No dinner today.
Apparently all I can do is wrong things..

So I have decided that I won't do anything.
Just stay put. Quiet. 

Update

Just stumbled upon the interface of Tumblr.
And its fun, thinking of shifting..

Here's the link : http://arunima017.tumblr.com/

I will be publishing more liberally out there :)

Thoughtless

We all have a definition problem!!!
Of fun, of time and space.. 

Of loneliness and spending time together.. 

Identity Crisis

When you are on the verge of changing cities, as in shifting your base, what comes to your mind immediately??

I say the fear of losing the previous loved ones?
Or the joy of entering a completely new dialogue of people, roads, buses, hawkers..
Food..
The new summer, or the winter, new breakfast, and the new beggars lining up your daily monotony..
We will be next defined by this new city, that we then belong to it...
Or do we not??
Is the dilemma of choosing what color to wear only subjected to our minds? or we choose our looks based on where we are living??

The way we talk, for that matter?? 
How difficult is it, for us to change our lives?? Or its only the city changing??

"We define the place we live in.. City defined by its people"
Or the language? And food? and the colors of our bags and cars??

Or the beggars??