Once through an e-mail sent by my friend, I got an unusual message alert tone. It was the sound of a coin dropping. I set that tone for the special someone of my life. Every morning after waking up, I anxiously waited when the first coin will be dropped in my mobile. During the whole day coins continued to be dropped and each time it dropped, my heart used to stop for a moment. I was all showered with coins. They symbolized passions, love, secrets, used to carry little smiles and pungent tears. They were the carrier of every fight and each olive branch. Time passed and the relation got segmented. But after long long years when...yesterday...I accidentally dropped a coin from my bag.......my heart still skipped a beat.
Saturday, 25 May 2013
Sound....in my Rain-washed Meadow
Once through an e-mail sent by my friend, I got an unusual message alert tone. It was the sound of a coin dropping. I set that tone for the special someone of my life. Every morning after waking up, I anxiously waited when the first coin will be dropped in my mobile. During the whole day coins continued to be dropped and each time it dropped, my heart used to stop for a moment. I was all showered with coins. They symbolized passions, love, secrets, used to carry little smiles and pungent tears. They were the carrier of every fight and each olive branch. Time passed and the relation got segmented. But after long long years when...yesterday...I accidentally dropped a coin from my bag.......my heart still skipped a beat.
Thoughts...in my Rain-washed Meadow
Gazed blank at that star like all other breezy nights
So far yet so close
The vision gets hazy and the star melts into a drop
Only to find my cheeks wet with that.
Unhappy marriages must be like those books which you don't want to read but you know that you have to complete.....
Love pouts complaining losing of its truth. It is not the truth we are missing, its innocence. We are living in a world of old and experienced. There blushing is becoming an obsolete art. Maturity stands dumb-struck near the bribed gate-keeper of adult-only movies.
Sunday, 5 May 2013
Touched
The two words soaked in honey all night
Catch my delightful eyes for more time than a picturesque graphic can do.
The words listened thousand times before from thousand voices
How to find a different look, a different voice when sent by you?
I miss you too my intimate stranger
But our hearts are tied with that invisible and ever recognised thread
That you feel, I understand
Before your pen writes, the poetry is depicted to me
The words written by you were those first morning dewdrops
That I continue to see till sun dazzles to evaporate it
When distance becomes too much, the thoughts prevail
You are there in my each day, each seconds thought
Geographies will give a thousand reason why we are away
But we know in our heart that we are close, very very near by
Watching and relishing your each and every activity
Console your soul when you are alone, whisper the lullaby in your ears when you are tired
I am there in you in every blood drop, every drop of sweat
How to miss me without tearing my soul apart.... from you?
Catch my delightful eyes for more time than a picturesque graphic can do.
The words listened thousand times before from thousand voices
How to find a different look, a different voice when sent by you?
I miss you too my intimate stranger
But our hearts are tied with that invisible and ever recognised thread
That you feel, I understand
Before your pen writes, the poetry is depicted to me
The words written by you were those first morning dewdrops
That I continue to see till sun dazzles to evaporate it
When distance becomes too much, the thoughts prevail
You are there in my each day, each seconds thought
Geographies will give a thousand reason why we are away
But we know in our heart that we are close, very very near by
Watching and relishing your each and every activity
Console your soul when you are alone, whisper the lullaby in your ears when you are tired
I am there in you in every blood drop, every drop of sweat
How to miss me without tearing my soul apart.... from you?
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