I lived in a dream with you.we built a cottage alongside a river,with tiny rooms and a domeopen to bright blue skies,and played around in the meadows,with lambs hopping around us in joy.We sat in our garden,and plucked fresh fruits off trees,that we savoured with golden honey.The wind passed through uswhile walking on the shore,and… Continue reading Living a dream
Drunk in your nectar of love,thirsty for more,obliterating life’s realityportrayed my journey so farHadn’t realized your handholdingwas my reason to bloomAnd now,I am lost...Cast away into the abyss of life,I neither sight present nor futureTime has ceased to bear witnessto moments,of a life once cherished,by milestones carved in loveLonging for your return,reminded of your vowto… Continue reading Your Return
Life's happy times are, but a few I've shared of it, a million with you...
Yet again I find a reason to love,much as a reason to liveBlessed is he who has loved in life,for evermore if his love returnedTrivial turns wealthy pursuits,if love decides to pursue oneTurmoils do accompany love,like shadow does a manMake then a habit to embrace,feelings that disrupt your graceWho fights against a trap-netwhen engulfed in… Continue reading Find a reason to love
Sometimes i wish i could repay with my money and presents Sometimes i wish i could repay with my love and presence People walked into my life in moments of despair and need People helped me in times of my flimsy anger and greed Some carried me message of hope Rest brought me a bundle… Continue reading I wish to repay
Love springing forth from the heart ceases not through your silence. Disagree as you might around the extent of your love for me. Sadness, anger and gloom are but momentary eruptions within, Which Love will rise through, Like phoenix from dark ashes. Delve deep into yourself and uncover the oyster of your soul, To discover… Continue reading Your Silence
I observed him carefully as he walked to the door. I knew that time was running out but suppressed the urge to check my watch. I took a deep breath and started counting in reverse under my breath. "Ten, nine, eight, seven...". May be he didn't deserve it, but choices were bleak in his favour.… Continue reading Letting go
I am always fascinated by people's approach towards everyday jobs and activities. For them, performing an activity or a chore, however small, deftly and precisely provides more delight than completing a huge task meagerly. A job to them becomes of utter personal importance. The success, failure or delay of a particular job then has a… Continue reading The imperfect perfectionist