Sunday, February 07, 2016

Diverging Roads

Dancehall and Bhangra nights remind me of you.
Everything reminds me of you.
But when I have a good time, I can't help but wonder if you would have felt the same too.

We were supposed to grow up together. How then did we grow apart?

Friday, February 05, 2016

I still write to you and speak with you in my thoughts. Back then, I kept them safe with me waiting for the days when I could share it with you. Now I keep them hidden for they shall stay with me till the end of my days. 

Thursday, December 31, 2015

Hints scattered here and there

If an imaginative creative risk-taking lover couldn't ensnare our little dreamer, then who could?
If only they would show up, take help of their brother's brother to plot their way to her and showcase a spectacular change, even if only in wardrobe.

Which girl, however practical, did not turn to look again at an impeccably dressed man?

No such man would have to ask a girl to look at him or his pictures. For all eyes would naturally rest on him. Including hers.


Thursday, October 15, 2015

Of Premonitions

Good news all around.
You know where to send my flowers. 

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Oh my life,
Is changing everyday,
In every possible way.

And oh, my dreams,
It's never quite it seems,
'Cause you're a dream to me,
Dream to me.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Chocolate

She found new songs that echoed long lost but cherished, so dearly loved, familiar strains of old tunes. That had clutched her little heart for so long. Oh so very long.

Their music had shaped her very heart. How could she have ever thought those symphonies had forsaken her? 

Monday, August 19, 2013

Same place.

Soon my eyes will close
Soon I'll find repose
And in dreams
You're always near to me

I'll see you in my dreams.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Unwanted, undesirable.

Disappointments take so long to leave their dwellings. Lying comfortably in the nests we eagerly built for someone else. 

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The Tease.

Cobbled streets and dusty ornate black lamp posts.
Crisp morning with a delightful hint of softness from the dawn dew.
The fresh blue skies and the air.

Filled with the scent of Your presence.
Boundless Hope.
Breaking at the seams Desire.

Her heart hammers hard with each whiff.
So tantalizing.
This unspoken promise. Waiting, gift wrapped, without any tags.

You're back.
Elusive one.

Strangers. For how much longer?

Tuesday, November 29, 2011


How is she to dream
If not by aiming high?

How can it be a dream
If there aren't any castles in the sky?