Our butterfly...

Can you cocoon me in your presence?
Shield me from all that's not you?
Can you hold me tight long enough
Till happy thoughts in my heart brew?

And when I finally feel your breath in my being
I will flap my wings and fly...
For it will be a new creation
It will be our butterfly :)

As in the days of yore...

i hold your gaze in my heart

the one that still pierces

my insides... and when done,

giggles, silly like a child -

naughty and innocent

and in so many ways, wild!

as wild and vivid as it can be,

i bring it back from memories

to revel in the quiet of the night

and run riot in my ecstatic mind -

waiting for serendipity to come by

and for my being to rejoice in that find!

I often pretend you're here

and sneak a glance or two and smile

in that feeling of joy, knowing

what will be, if deja vu happens -

only i'd want it to happen again

and again - more regular than often!

Will you wake me up some day,

snapping me from this happy dream?

Of your eyes meeting mine...

To say, while holding my gaze,

"Wake up, dreamer, i am here

..why are you still amazed?"

That is when i will tell you

of the thousand adjectives

and exclamations i saved for this day! -

only to be speechless again, lost like before

and see you shake your head, and walk away

like you did in the days of yore!

31st August, 2014

That time...

the night is young
wont you be mine?
wont you stay a li'l while?
maybe dance longer on my wrist?
Tempt me good - 
yeah, tempt me bad!

i'd rather stay
and see you smile
but you dont given in -
just escape, you wily thing
you push me far,
you pull me back!

yet i wait for you
for those moments
the silence of the night
muted screams of delight!
You make me smile,
you make me frown!

i look forward 
to seeing you tonight
as you reveal 
yourself, bit by bit
you show me some
and then you hide!

and so goes, 
those hours - every night
in a sensuous rush - every chime!
lo behold, such is time....
she makes you wait,
she makes you pine!

Weaving a dream...

shall i weave you a dream

to sweep you off your feet,

set you floating,

buzzing like a bee..

And when mid-air

smile, all you can

like the princess

who was called pretty

by the mirror on the wall!

I would gladly be the weaver

and go on weaving this dream

but wouldn't you rather,

we both stayed awake

and saw the same dream?

Or should we both go to sleep

stay suspended in reality

and when there, ask the mirror

what's the writing on the wall?

we will be each other's wall

and i will be your mirror

like you'd be mine

and then what we see

will be real or a dream?

by then it won't matter

for a new state of existence

will arrive, where from within

reality, we will weave :)

Knots...

knots, so many of them

tied and untied

until i know no more

what knots i need

what knots i don't

all i know is

not to note

this particular knot...

there are some easy ones

like the ones i started tying

my laces with and the

ones i'd use to fix my tie!

and all tied up now

i dont know

how to untie, or what to

until it is naught...

and finally when it comes

to nothing but naught

i shall think about getting

knotty again, or naughty is it?

i dont know, really

all the notes i made to not

think about this knot

makes me distraught...

here's the resolution then

i shall make or not

make this year:

what i should and what

i should not -

is not in my control

for i am forever

perplexed by the thought:

to be or knot, to be?

(how random inspirations can be - stumbled upon the headline "untying the knots" on a news Website and those words wouldn't go away till they stringed themselves together here :D ..)