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Of Love and other stories

She : When will you stop sending me roses ?

He : As long as I live.

She : Why do you have to tell it everyday ?

He : You ask me everyday.

She : I give you a lot of trouble.

He : You make me happy.

She : You too, in ways you shall never know.

He : I want to.

She : To know ?

He : Yes. How do I make you happy ?

She : You make me feel loved and cared for.

He : Come on, you are worth it. In fact, you deserve much more.

She : Maybe I shall get some more.

He : Really ? Even if I ...

She : You might leave but you shall always love me.


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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.