Winter Noticed you in the coffee shop by your place for the first time. You giggled on the pathetic jokes of the guy who didn’t even hold the door on your way out. Summer I used to trace the lines made by water dripping from your hair after those evening showers. Only thing I liked […]
Of All the Invisible Boundaries Between Us
I called the cab and we rushed in.The silence between us competed with the one outside.The weather guy on the radio just said that it is going to be the coldest night of the season.I had multiple reasons to believe so.I could have asked you, “Don’t go.”But my courage failed me.You might have stayed or […]
Of You or Me
At times I wonderwhen I writein the pages of my old diarydo I write to youor to meI dig wells of thoughtsand pile up memoriesover memoriesand I wonder againif it was you or meI lie downafter multiple failed attempts to sleepand search the binsfull of unsent postcardsfor you or meI curse the time for being […]
Of Simple Things
Have you ever imagined, how simple things are so underappreciated.Rain clad roads;kohl clouds and bright thunders.Smirks of that unknown girl;the giggles of her friends.Someone waiting at the airport for you;holding placard and tears together.A few old friends;coffee, paper cups, and memories.Stargazing in moonless skies;sunrise after a stormy night.A home you never knew you had;a place […]
Peace of the Storm
She was crazy, adventurous and intense. Living in her own universe.He was simple as the spring sky, charming and soothing, waiting for summer to come.She was the late autumn leaf, floating free and wild in the early winter winds,carefree about finding her ground.He was the stone someone throwson water, glides for a moment butfinds peace […]
Wrongs of His Past
He can not afford a tryst with his destiny,price of which could be paid by the wrongs of his past.Not that he’s lost all hope, but all these calamities,reasons for which could be explained by the wrongs of his past.Fact is, now he banes the things he loved once,proofs of which could be given by […]
From the Log of Her Memories
It was a bleak midwinter’s Sunday evening. My feet gathered the pace and finally, I was there. I knocked the wood twice, had a hard time removing my hand from the pockets. I noticed they turned red as I knocked for the third time.She came out, I gave her the book she asked for. She […]
Little Things
Never thought they would matter much,I said little things and tossed them in the basket.Never thought you could possibly leave,Just held you loose, but I can see the marks there.Never thought there would be no one to pull me close by the jacket,Know what? I can still feel the scent of you in that.Never thought […]