This is Love

The world rushed past
The stillness
Of those two pairs of eyes..
For them the moment had frozen..
Each blink seems like ages..
As the view is so beautiful..
Mirror of each other..
Seeing the souls...
Reassured..
This is love..

#sigh #dreams

Shadow of the Moon

I want to hold that sky in my arms..
Fill my pockets with the stars..
But..
I waited too long..
I wonder now..
Whether destiny is a thing to believe in..

I wonder now..
Whether I accept that the sky is far away
Or fight the stars..

I wonder now
Whether I steal the moon and hide
Or just stand and stare..

I wonder how far..
I can survive..
This rush of emotions..
This emptiness..
This feeling that I can reach out and touch you..
But the reality is that..
You are probably an illusion..
Just like the shadow of the moon..
In the river..

Halloween

An image lurking in the dark,
Under your bed,
Or by the window,
With the voice of intense silence,
And eyes deepened with red,
the red of blood,
Also dripping from the nails,
And of course,
The glistening drop of crimson,
On the corner of her lip,
She is stuck in between,
After the end and
before the beginning.

Word

The magic,

The shock,

The awe,

The charisma,

And the drama,

Of the,

Written Word.. 

The Friend in Me

Matching dance steps,
Pictures clicked,
Gleaming with joy,
Loads of messages,
Hours of calls, 
Laughing till your eyes tear up,
Secret jokes,
Mysterious humour,
Selfless appreciation,
Leg-pulling and of being un-hurt, 
Eager wait for the next meet up...

All these facets,
Of friendship and togetherness,
Leave me uneasy, unhappy and quiet. 
It's strange unfamiliar territory. 
Either it takes a lot to be,
Or may be,
I don't have a friend in me.

The 'Writer'..

The pen is rusted. 

The paper ruffled. 

The ink is dust now. 

Words are stone. 

And the stories remain untold.

I miss the 'writer' in me.