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In Full Measure

Your side of the bed is empty.
No one sleeps in there.
I dump my stuff there
To make it seem full.

No one sits on armrest
of the chair as you did.
Some random papers
Make it seem full.

Your cups are not used,
A thin film of dust says it all.
I fill my cup as you did
To make it seem full.

But I often wear your slippers
Worn,thin,dark pink ones.
Waiting for you to come back
To make my life full of you.

P.S. : I guess I wrote a trilogy - Empty,Half, In Full Measure - over a period of  three to four months. Unintentionally of course.  


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


The eyes searched someone. The one she could run to at times of need. In someone’s lap, she would pour out all her troubles.
Nobody came.  She grew up, rimmed her eyes with kohl. But they could never hide her tears.
No one came when her soul was ripped apart. No one heard her cries. No one mourned her loss.
After  a while, she thought that tears were a part of the eyes.

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.