Monday, June 29, 2009

Kinda Complicated.. ;)

“I lostttttt itttttt”, he said.

“I hope its the right person”, she tried to reaffirm the statement.

“Well, there is nothing right and nothing wrong, you know”

“Yes I do. Especially when a great human like you is philosophising”

He gave his usual sarcastic smile.

“You seem to be at peace with yourself now”, she looked at him.

“Yes, the ultimate thing lies within. It’s for you to decide what gives you peace, and what worries you”

“Ya, right. How does it feel like?” she curiously enquired.

“It’s like, it had always been there, forever, and now it is not. The chances that it will come back are nil”, he laughed at his own statement.

“You know it can, and you can lose it again”, she spoke as-a-matter-of-fact.

“I don’t want it back. It feels wonderful, trust me. You should try it sometime.”

“Really, but I chose to retain it until I find the right person”, she said.

“There is nothing right and nothing wrong, sweetheart…”, he went on.

She wondered why it is so difficult falling in love with someone… The little pumping organ keeps finding a refuge other than its own…. Kinda complicated.. she thought.

“I wish to lose it too…. – my heart”, she said candidly.

He started laughing… and laughed till he cried his eyes out.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Underneath my pillow...



A dozen of lullabies
That helped me sleep
A dozen of caresses
That showed the love so deep

The fairy who promised
To take my tooth of milk
And in turn gave me
A warm rug of silk

When the dreams were tucked
Safely under my pillow
I looked out of the window
And wondered which star to follow

The books that lay
After being read
The faith that the remaining lessons
Would go straight into my head


The letters that told
The stories of the weak
My pillow held the secrets
Which were hard to speak


The dried stains of tears on it
Helped me mellow
An entire universe lies
Underneath my pillow….

if there were no dreams

  if there were no dreams the permanence would slowly take over and the little escapes into the terrain of subconscious existence would deli...