Time stands at still !


Shadowy silhouette
in the sun
touching the horizon
portrays lovers embrace
colluded as one.

Inseparable dreams
slowly morphing into one
creating a harmony
perfectly tuned
in the rhymes of their hearts

the sapphire sea
reflecting its colour
in the profound sky
blanketing them under self
while their lips concocting
in an enchanted kiss

Surrendering in the beauty of
twinkling stars in the emptiness
of the significant sky
the darkness descends
and shadows swallow all
of light’s trace

Reality takes a pause
the time stands at still
to the depths of their soul
where they swim
in the glory of love
the purest love, living in their heart.


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December & June !


December and June
fell in love with each other
the feeling was ecstatic
just like the warmth of the sun
on that cold December morning
but also soothing the heart
like the cool waters of the ocean
on that fine day of June.

Today is that day of December,
when you were born
today is the day God
gave me the best gift of my life
So here is one thing, to tell you.

I didn’t fall in love with you
I walked consciously into love with you
with my eyes open
giving every bit of my heart to you
choosing to take every step bit by bit
along the way holding your hand.
I believe in faith, I believe in destiny
but then, i also believe that we are fated
only to do things we consciously choose to do.
So, I choose this fine day of December to tell you, that

I choose you
I choose you today
I choose you in a hundred lifetimes
I choose you in a hundred universes
In any version of reality or fiction
Even if you are lost
I’d find you and i’ll choose you.

Happy Birthday my sunshine,
sending wishes and love
with the only thing I have
my words !!


Sparks and glitter !


he speaks to her
in ways no one
before him had.
its as if he knows
her mind, and speaks
all of it
and that’s just why
its impossible for her
not to be immersed completely
in those words
He is strong enough
to hold every broken
piece of her
and fix them at
all the right places.
This man,
just doesn’t make her
feel complete.
He completes her.


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Disappear !


Disappearing into thin air
feels just about right
wanting a chance to eat
warm bread just out of the oven
and drinking the warmest cup
of my comfort coffee
and just melt away in the embrace
of the stars and the sky grey

to fly and reach the land of my dream
in the womb of care and warmth
love and understanding
where just by the look of an eye
all the pain just melts away
where words are not spoken
but emotions are valued.

to run away from all the drama
and half broken feelings
to not correct others for their
non existant flaws
that are really of my own
personal balled up feelings.

I just want to disappear
from the ocean of my held back tears
from this fake shield of fearlessness
and multitudes of plastic smiles
where insecurities and reality
are seen and appreciated
with the naked eye and naked heart.

Yes, I just want to disappear
disappearing in the thin air
seems just about right


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Winter teardrop !


A spark in her eye
shining like glitter
a winter teardrop heavy
with the weight
as vast as an ocean.

The winter teardrop
does not fall yet
waits in the time’s grasp
but it could hold
only tangible

it falls
inevitably, slowly
to the ground
with every inch
the fierce fire
of the winter teardrop
in her eyes grows
goes to the ground
without making any sound
meeting the cold earth
lost into the dust and dirt


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Bridge !


The evening sun
shadowed by the captivated bird
slowly setting across the ocean
which the buoyant river
dreaming to finally meet

Oh! the bridge
that we climbed together many times
witnessing the waves flowing
and also the calm of the ocean
tiny twinkles of conversation
and also the sweet silence

Ah! my dear
I could hear the broken bird call
that once was wild and upbeat
which the years turned into echo
pale and clueless
scared and blank
boneless is the bird’s flight
in the chill of a winter morning

The rain falls to a guilty rhythm
smearing the dust ridden ground
the sound no more is music
the odour not a petrichor anymore
just pebbles embedded
haphazardly on earth
no more making a way

reflecting on you, my bird
I again walk this bridge
touching the air no one can see
smelling the fragrance around me
one step at a time
on the pebbles put across
learning again to be me


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