soul mates

I still remember him... 
laughing , making his eyes speak his love,
mouth shut out of decent dignity
and perplexed emotions.


I still remember him...
waiting, to be touched in his soul,
hands away , with I running to him
for every little ,mundane sorry feeling.


I still remember him...
healing , all the pain that I 
carried in my heart and soul;
magically and beautifully.


I still remember us..
sitting so close and yet so far,
sharing all that we could
as true soul mates..


Alas!! He claims that it was I 
who ditched him,
though each day,each night
I still remember him....

Living on the edge

There was a knock on her heart
and he entered,
stealthily though,
she resisted , she refrained , she refused to live.
She stopped ,looking straight into his feelingless eyes.
Was it love that she saw?
Perhaps!!
She was taken by surprise....
She was shocked to see her own image reflected in his eyes.
She stood close as if persuading  life over death
trying to choose her destiny..
She sold her soul to the demon and  told herself with Death like finality-
She had chosen...what she always wanted..
living on the edge.

veracity

She sat holding her head
between her knees
crying,sobbing
to conjecture
her fatal flaw.
Her fault
was not
to love
but
 her
veracity.

Nothingness

Dead feelings,
a silence within.
I feel numb all over.
Was it a dream that I
had lived even without  sleeping?

Frozen senses,
broken promises.
I feel shattered within.
Was it a rainbow
that I saw just turned  colourless?

Cacophonic music
ugly beauty.
I feel swindled , robbed:no peace
just plain nothingness..
Was it a stranger
that I had thought to be my own ?

we made it

I tried hard to say no.
I tried hard to say yes.
A dilemma in my heart-
my mind thwarting ,crying  loudly
to get hold of myself,
like a little schoolgirl
unaware of what she wants..

I tried hard to say yes.
I tried hard to say no.
A sprinkle of soulful love-
A great bearhug , shunned away
only for a micro second,
a change of heart...
a change of mind...


I tried hard to say no.
I tried to say no.
To the feelings hidden,
emotions untouched,
loved,carressed,all over
unrestricted,uninhibited
I finally said yes,
I finally gave in,
I finally learnt to live.

Shades of grey

There are people who love .

There are people who have loved.

There are people who will love in future.

If I analyse what I am or what you are

This is my conclusion.

I am like the spring river

Who doesn’t want to live without love.

which flows out of nowhere,

trying to meet its destination.

The nearer I go to the

destination the more distant it seems.

Emotions always misinterpreted

-some see me as the straying  fish

Some see me as the pebble underneath

so humble ,forever humiliated

by the water brushing past me.

Some look at me like the

ray of sunlight dancing on the stream.

You , on the contrary

are as mystical and mysterious as life itself.

You are the muse that I was looking for.

You are the temporary permanence that

resides in my heart.

You are the long story

With a no  ending.

You are like the shy

Touch me not who withdraws

into himself if touched ,

yet longs to be caressed by  real love.

You are judgemental

And callous, yet sensitive and emotional.

This is my analysis.

I may be wrong but surely

I ‘m not black and you are not white

You’ll have to accept the fact

that  we all are shades of grey

and there’s nothing wrong in it.