Will there come a time I can have you for my own Spend an evening sipping tea all alone Sans the disquiet, sans the hullabaloo,No efforts of artifice to make an impact or to woo… A strange stillness will accompany us,A silence that comes with beauty without any fuss That day there won’t be anything to…… Continue reading Will there come a time?
Why do you matter to me so much?Can I go ahead sans thoughts of you as such? There are so many distractions that can keep me busy Things about which I’m not entitled to keep you in privy… I can fill my mind with thoughts of some other And when it comes to you I…… Continue reading Seeking Benedictions
It was a rainy day when you came into my life,It was a feeling of victory after a thousand strife. As the rains poured thick and strong…The trees danced as if there was nothing wrong. The children splashed in the rainy puddle The earth seemed in its rustic way to dazzle. Again the sky got…… Continue reading Victory after a thousand strife
There was a time I used to live in a place called Home It was warm welcoming and seemed very own. There was this tree that came up with red flowers every spring,A far off school that woke me up with its morning ring. There was a season called the monsoon When skies got overcast…… Continue reading There was a TIME!
It is the hue of happiness you drench me with It is the colour of love you paint me with Red, blue, green splash on me You smear every emotion seamlessly… As you blend colours all over me, I am happy To be transformed by you colourfullyThe magic is there in each stroke every moment As you paint…… Continue reading Playing The Hues of Love
Was it an accident that you walked into my life? Probably yes I might think for a while. Is it magic that all which you’ve woven into my life is a miracle?And why not when each moment spent with you is nothing short of a spectacle…It’s true that life’s ups and downs don’t cease But with you I…… Continue reading Finding YOU
Will, there ever come a time when I’ll open my eyes to a clear blue sky The chirping of birds early in the morn The slow cool breeze of the dawn… Will there come a time when the first look of my day will be at you? The careless strands of your hair all over…… Continue reading Will that time ever come?