Varanasi…

Sanctity, serenity and tenderness...

Enveloped in queer yet accustomed aura...

Alien yet acquainted faces...

Bliss of happenings yet perplexity of

parting...

Placid aroma mesmerizing yet...

Nauseous miasma of parting...flaming.....

Untold

Hushing the words…

And Caging the Feelings …

Hiding the shattered heart….

And Crumpling the untold love….

Yet the dreams free and wild…..

Uttered a billion times….

Speak speak speak…….

And yet I could not……

Distance

Why does past act as if…

Everything happened yesterday

Or in precise a moment ago

The distance to us is just a thin wall

Why does future seem so?

Distant and far

Like ages away …..miles apart

The distance to me is unknown

Miss

She was a miss….

Who was in love?

With dazzling sun, crescent moon

Blinking stars and

Raindrops drenching her…

She was a miss

Who was in love?

With emerald valleys, blooming flowers

And reflections of teal water

Where she can find herself…

She was a miss

Until she crossed him

Who made her fall in love?

With fluorescent lamps, reckless scramblers

And hectic urban days

He was the man

Who made her wait

Infinitely

Yet she waited for him

Forever

Did we??

We met

Eyes chanted a million verses ….

Were we in love?

Or was it a sudden craze?

Were we into each other

Yet could not let our feelings out

Deep inside were we glued meticulously?

Or was it a abrupt tempt?

Past was in a haste

To vanish behind the thin wall

Of today’s unending clutter and chaos

Deserting the plight of yesterday

Chaos defined her heart

Tranquillity defined her soul…

I wish i could see him

At least one last time

I wish i could talk to him

One last time…

EMOTIONS

Pale dry flowers pressed in the book

The day we met pursued in the heart

Did breezy evening drift deliberately

To welcome fierce rainfall?

Drenched in rain, cold and shivering

Close… holding hands

Visible dilemma in my eyes

Complicated….

Trembling quivering.

Was that the rain?

Was that the cold?

Was that the emotions flooding?

Wind

She was a dandelion

Madly in love with wind….

My love is deeply rooted in you dear…..
Why do I still dream about you…?

Even though you are not mine

Wild Love …

He was fierce thunderstorm...

Evincing powerful lightning bolts...

Unleashing his wilderness to flames...

And leaving her ember behind......

We never know when to stop.

If we would have everything will remain on

place
I never knew when to stop.

Life turned unsettled…

I cannot change my thoughts.

So do you…

why do we compel each other

To accept the other??

Fairy lights and empty wine bottle