Growing old, with you …

Posted: April 14, 2015 in Uncategorized

I am growing old and so are you!
as the visible grey hair gleams and the wrinkles deepens
while you flip through the pages, as you read,
of poems you wrote the other day.

Still, as bold as love as you were so,
words of gold and a sweet smile to die for,
makes me speechless and fumbling for more
inspite of all these years, everytime you beckon!

to the party and back home.

Posted: February 1, 2015 in Uncategorized

One word… Love!
One moment… Now!
One person… You!

If only you were around, I wouldn’t feel so out of love.
So out of life…

I wouldn’t be searching,
Longing or wandering.
Rested in a dim light,
I would have been in arms.
Nestled in caress.

Every breadth vibrating calm,
Peace, whole.

Tonight is a fine evening
Wine, Song…

A bit of flamboyance.
A bit of grace.
Rhythmic and soulful.
If only you were arounnd,
the walk home wouldn’t be alone.

The night’s bed lonely.
And I wouldn’t need another dream,
Just your arms.

And the sound of your breadth.
Soundly at rest for the day.
Just to start the next day with a first look,
Of Your face, your sweet face!!!

It’s easy to walk out into the cold,

if only I would no more long for your warmth.

It’s easy to leave behind

what pains is when the tears come out

and what tire is the constant remembrance.

Such a joy to see you be happy

but i’m not sure if you may want me to look.

 

Was, then and still

Basking in the hope

“Nothing began and hence nothing ended”

thats what you said…

the wait for the hope is yet to be endured

but often your name comes into mind

when, now, I remind self of matters pertaining to heart

 

fine, lets call it an incident

I will practice to look over and yonder

around, as I am now

I shall try and be gone….

but while I am in between

no guilt be charged on me

if I do roam around with you in mind

coz its easy to give up, what is hard is to let go………

Amrutha Valley, Buckingham 421, Banjara Hills, 20th april 3 am, 2012.

The buzz of the city is calmly asleep,

now is time for the distant sounds of the lorry’s and the sirens.

The tired walk goes tap tap home bound…

Night…

And tonight,… its again a quiet night…

 

But not so quiet yet,

The mind still runs aroundthe name in the heart.

In the room,

bright and vibrant while ’twas day.

Now,  shaded and dim..

Music… Wine…

Calm.. Silent…

A thoughtful remembrance…

A heave of sigh.. A twitched smile…

Just another bedtime,

and tonight its a pleasant summer night.

 

Out the window,

a light from yonder beckons me.

I hear it in the whisper of the wind.

A tale of glimmering excitement

amidst the silence of the shadows and silhouette…

a rush… a blush..

a deep breadth… and dreamy eyed…

And the eyelid flutered.

A night…

Wrapped in feelings.

To be long-ed when remembered…

 

love

Posted: October 13, 2011 in Uncategorized

It was then that it was decided
an impulse and an expression
an intensity to last a life
curiosity to share a life
a promised excitement
a kept promise

a connection from everywhere
a face from somewhere,
memory or moments
timeless or temporal,
strong or weak
less or more,
a certain emotion
a random reaction,
a known interest
a careless difference,
a bond that binds
a memory that rhymes…

Wish It Wasn’t So

Posted: July 29, 2011 in Uncategorized

hello
hi

dear!
sweet!!

oh. i like that, what abt u?
yes i like that too, what abt this?

🙂
🙂

😉
;p

gotta sleep early..
me too, got work 2mrw

ok good night
sweet dreams

good morning!
………………………….

……………
hey, was busy.. how are u?.. good night…

i am good, wat abt u?.
……………………………

…………………….
i am good too, what else….

not much……
…………………………….

………………………………
oh… have a nice day…

thanks, u too……
………………………..

………………………….. (it seems like he lost his interest)
……………………………….(wonder what went wrong)

……………………….. ( i guess, thats it !, wish it wasnt so)
…………………( just another one, as usual !, wish it wasnt so)

A mid-summer night trek….

Posted: April 17, 2011 in Uncategorized

It’s been 24 hours since that taste and I haven’t had a wink of sleep. The heat in the rush of the blood has been gradually going down as those delightful sensations take its leave, fluttering a little before it break away and blend into the grey reality. An epic as it began, rushing thru the veins as the mind loses its way in the chase of the beat as the heart ran wild. Remember the joy with which we walked into the middle earth and wait by the misty channel to catch a glimpse of the unicorn to graze by. I feared, that the wind must have carried our giggles and laughter, and the echoes are known to be noisy bunch, but the wine was sweet and the moon promiscuous. Those dark silhouettes did promise us to hide us in its veil by the misty channel, but they couldn’t stop talking about the lights. The charmed gallop died out in the distant hustle of a bush and so were the silhouette ready to leave as pink shone through the promised horizon. So we marched towards the yonder of the hill overlooking the promised horizon. There we sat by with more wine and dined. It was when the sky started shedding its color that I knew the rapture was to happen. The pink came down and so did orange and by the time the blue had descended, streaks of colors could be seen emanating from every side of the horizon. The silhouette had left and the earthlings woke up to the shower of colors. The clouds made its appearance with its tumultuous layers of over laden dreams. The silvery dreams turned gold as the sun peeked out of the horizon and the golden streaks commanded, “behold the radiance!”. The silhouette had traveled far by then the canvas became the playground of colors.

The birds had taken to their wings for the call of the day and so could I see the red in the eyes. I saw it flow down the hair into the perspiring droplets. That’s when our feet rolled home-bound for the Floyd was to host our exhaustion.

The music played a soothing play as the body could be felt embracing the comfort of the bed. I close my eye in anticipation of a soothing slumber but little did I know that the mind had wandered so far. Well it
had been 10 hours since the blot and the colors had started to fade by then but the mind had a long way to trace back and the rush in the veins only gives out heat in the bright summer day. And since then it
has been the fading color tracing back the mind as the body waits for the heat to gradually subside.

So…. it’s been 26 hours as I set on that epic journey for the quest of the unicorn and the colors, along with me hearties from the university to the enchanted Middle-campus, apparently the middle-earth as my friend had pointed out as we head towards the woods, the lake and the rocks of our dear campus,. Every passing moments counting down one of the plans we promised to each other since we ever got on
board on the university as our last days as crew mates of the university seems near the horizon.

By now, the heat had subsided, the mind back on track and the body seems to finally succumb to exhaustion as my eyelids becomes heavy. But for the “epic” as we call it, the journey will ever remain among fond memories. And as I put off the light to a good sleep, I knew that for the experience that it was , it will always bring a radiance with a fond smile.