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I once wished my room had a window.
I could watch the world pass by.
Like bougainvillea flowers merrily drifting in the winds.
Fragrance of love wafting in the air.
The street lamps glowing yellow.
Hawkers selling their goods.
The new mall flinging its neon lights unto the streets.
The crazy young crowds.
Random children chuckling as they walk.
Bike competitions.
The busy bees.
The old, abandoned and helpless.
The madman calling names.
The rains.
Gods visiting homes while playing with colours.
The police patrols.
The riots.
Someone could shatter my window panes.
So I loathe windows.
Broken windows are painful.

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Concealed by dark clouds
You keep shining.
Bright streaks of light
Dazzle me.
Enchant me.
And keep me waiting..
Waiting for you.

Amidst Soul-lessness

There is smoke somewhere. 
I cannot seem to figure out where. 
The lights are here, the music is here.
Has it been home here ?
Perhaps. Maybe when it did not rain.
Or maybe when it rained and it did not matter.
Maybe when I walked alone, smiling to myself. 
Or maybe when I realized I was okay.
Had it been always like this ?

Not really. 
Things clicked, took effort and blood. 
Did I do it ? Or the beasts did ? Maybe we both together,
Played this game. 
Amidst soulful solitude, it was love. 
Maybe appreciation.
Another journey, another dry spell. 
Will it ever be home again ? 

P.S. : Penned at Candies, Bandra on 11th January 2017 

All Consuming Love

Dear You,

Looks like I have found you.

In the depths of my love, I notice your smile.

Yes, the one you flash after that brief moment of joy.

I feel your fingers entwined in mine. All the time.

Your eyes speak to mine, asking me questions.

Remember the first time I told you of my affection and my afflictions ?

You must know this. You consume my thoughts, time and grief.

Glad to have met you.