Forgot to Tell You That…

It was september when you came;

I was trying to find someone

In the clean and bright sky and an

Innocent star fell in my hand whom

I quietly accpted and loved.

 

It’s been years we lived this bond,

I’ve never thought how many

Incautious decisions we made,

Inculcation of some intimate moments and

Impostures that we had played.

 

It was fun.

I lived my life more than expectations

I and you and then some…

Illusions of your existence here;

I remember.

Intoxicated with time,

I,  in September.

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Yes We Had A Story!

All they ask is
How it comes to my mind,
And I tell that
It’s just something of my kind.

As we met and just fell in love;
Do not know how.
If they ask how it happened,
Need not worry;
Let’s pretend
That we had a story.

Open up your heart
And feel the breeze
Around, it’s the one
In which we
Used to walk hand in hand
And freeze.

Sometimes you, sometimes me,
The story was the same,
The writer was different though;
To your memories,
Only that story I owe.

In this way the story proceeds
From mind, each others’ memories we remove.
Now we were strangers, so.
And when we met the next time,
We again fell in love.

Let’s that story make them think,
Can something go?
Like this?
Or in our story
Something we miss…

To tell others…
Keep it in your memory;
We have to pretend
That we had a story.

Slam book…

I started loving the butterfly and the dove flew away;
The flower, the smile and the eyes have made their way!

The Beginning!

It’s silence

Increasing with the depth of night

When all the party men went inside;

I stand on the brink of my terrace

Trying to adjust the lens to capture the moon

Thinking

One fine evening

Love will come sliding down my chute

And whisper.

In my Eyes

The dreams begin to take patterns!

Thus we lied again…

7:49 AM

Amidst the allurement of a September morning’s glory,

We woke up with our incomplete story.

Two dreams left half-way…

And some blabbery of irremembrance, to our dismay.

You told me, “I dreamt of something crazy” and I said, “Me too”

I said, “tell me”.

You said “why me?..first you.”

In this conversation I forgot my dream

And made up some story for you;

You just tried to make yours better;

Interrupting me that I was cheating on you.

There came a good morning

And good stories to say…

Over a morning coffee,

Thus we lied again..

In a thoughtful way.

Or just Chuck Pebbles?

Is it time I should sit silently

Or just chuck pebbles into the sea ?

When I say “I am what I am”;

And they say

That I am different from me.

The days get shorter and nights longer

I sit and sit and think,

There comes no sight

That hints on a solution,

I stare at the sky without a blink.

The more and more I say it loud,

I find in the sky,

One more cloud…

Weeping like a confused baby in the street;

I quit thinking

And promise not to do it again

And then silently I sit.

On the sea-shore,

Everyone is confused like me:

The moon, the tide, the star fish and the wind;

I chuck another pebble into the sea,

And stand up, to go home;

Thinking again…

That I have changed my mind.