the lips i kissed
the hand i held
the breath i felt
wasnt yours..

the dreams i saw
the hurts i bore
the path i trod
were all mine...

the flowers i plucked
the lines i wrote
the tunes i hummed
werent for you

the sighs that passed
the tumult that brewed
the tears that flowed
were all mine....

the pages that were turned
the book that was shut
the story that ended
is ours.

01/28/2012

(Photo clicked @ Powai lake, Bombay, May 2009)

(we were doing random tp when this pigeon fell in front of us - it was injured; We tried to locate vets around and finally had to rush it to the Parel Animal hospital hoping it would surive. It did not. Dedicating this one to the wings that wont spread again...)

Fly away,
you have wings..
Soar, glide
the sky's in your stride!

You stare at me helpless
i do likewise...
you have wings, can't fly
with none, i want to take to skies

hurt in the heart -
does that clip your wings?
The pain must be much to bear
can see it in your stare...

breathe not, like this
as if it is your last
am hoping the heart mends
help is round the bend!

you blinked once, twice
was that to say good bye?
i will never know...
Maybe, i'll ask the skies...

01/15/2012

please dont be a
bulleted list
i like you
like unformatted text
do not care about
commas or such
i like you
like your flowing words!

11/20

my heart ached,
how could i leave it unfinished?
i took steps to go away,
but went back
and forth
and back again....
oh, the pain!

my lips parched,
i cant leave it half-done -
no, i cannot go away!
i will go back
and forth
and back again...
can't refrain

my heart raced,
oh why is it so tough
to just leave it and run!
do i have to go back
and forth
and back again?
am i that insane?

like with unfinished stories,
from half-attended coffee mugs -
i cant walk away...
i will go back
and forth
and back again
and again and again! :)

[Well, this is what it does to you when you leave your coffee mug unfinished in the morning and rush back and forth wanting to dash to work but still not wanting to let go of coffee! :D]

Antidote or Pain?

She calms me, she claims me
she lays me bare
she finds me, she holds me
catches me unawares!

She plays me, she teases
sets up a trap!
she looks at me, she gestures
and am stuck in a time wrap!

She loves me, she hates me
and loves me again
she hurts me, she nurses
is both the antidote and the pain!

if you had to ask me what stimulation means

or what being-turned on is

or what being on high is all about....

if you ask me what seduction means

or how going weak in the knees feels like

or what's it like to to be intoxicated...

if you were to ask me what lifts me up

or what keeps me on toes

or what i am longing for...

i'd reply,

Coffee? :)

(Coffee comes to the rescue most of the times when i feel so sleepy and like the "dumb-self" in distress...such times, and especially when in office, coffee is the knight-ess in no armor ;)..)

being happy is easy

really is

i do not have to think much

when i think of bliss...

just have to close my eyes,

think of you

and there's the happiness streak

that leads to you!