The idea of 'US'

It is the sound of our names together,

and the trail of echoes it leaves behind.

It is things as simple as those,

that draws my thoughts back to you each time. 

It is the scent you carry,

and the dimples of your smile.

That makes me forget,

all about those stupid fights we had last night.

It is the touch of your hands,

and the memory of my fingers tracing your fine lines.

Which forces me to consider,

if John Keats could possibly be right. 

It is when I see you waiting for me,

standing alone with deep eyes.

I loose all the progress I made last week,

to forget and focus on better issues of life.

So maybe this is how we are,

and how we will be. 

Complicated as hell,

going on and off constantly.

Knowing what we are,

and what we will never be.

A beautiful idea,

more than we actually ever could be.

Between the lines

I imagine you calling my name,

kissing me quite insane.

So I re read your postcard again.

Wondering if i skipped a line,

which was written maybe to imply.

All what remains unsaid and between the lines.

I sit to pen down a reply,

pouring my heart and promising to get by.

But in spite of all, I end up writing how the weather seems fine.

Because what all is being unsaid,

is not necessarily unfelt.

And so my hopes and imaginations choose to stay in between the lines.

LOST LOVE

I feel incomplete,

But please don’t ask me why?

I just know something is missing,

But that something is hard to define.

I argue and I question

Is this for what I am destined?

Whether it Rain’s or shine,

I am always on the verge of crying.

Is it about lost love I agonize?

Or the expectations I nurture inside.

Weighed by the tears of forlorn hope

I wait for your silence to drop off.

Bound by the semblance of bygone,

I gaze at stars and turn woebegone.

Petrified with the thought of loving again,

persistent enough to wait for a change.

When I continue to mope and pine,

A erratic thought cross my mind.

Am I too obsessed with love of life?

Have I not shelved plans of other likes?

Then and there itself I realized.

It’s not regarding love of life,

Love for life is what missing inside.

Ambivalence is no more state of my mind.

With endurance I gather the left of me,

will rebuild the castle of dreams.

Princess need not always have a prince,

Because “Alice in wonderland” I wish to relive.

All at once I found the one,

Whom I can lean and should love.

A whole new stranger girl,

Who was smiling amid of tears.

She

When darkness becomes quite and still,

She walks out in her heels.

Insecure and fragile she is,

So fabricate courage to deceive.

Chill continue to sting her spine,

But instead she wraps herself to feel just fine.

Only shadow of woods in her sight,

While insects drone from behind.

When she hear slow, heavy tramp of feet,

She looks around and clicks her heel.

Dark shadow arises and follows,

And her heart pulses begin to grow.

She wanted to cry, wanted to fight,

Groped her bag and pulled a knife.

Hand from the dark clutched her tight,

She made her move by giving a line.

Running away along the streets,

She questions if she has some rights?

                           In Search of My Dream Land

In search of my new land of dreams,

I set my sails open in seven seas.

Drawing in the tangy taste of air,

I hold my wheel of fortune with pride.  

While the vastness and depths continue to surprise,

Anxiety starts slipping by.

What if’s and When? start to brood over,

As violent storm approaches near.

Voluminous tides sweep and throw me away,

Suffocated and tired I fall apart.

No more controlling the Wheel of fate,

Once I thought was under my name.

Lost and directionless in vast blue scape,

I try to find where i stand.

Slowly and eventually Sun shines and confusion subsides,

As I find compass of determination inside.