Dear Friend.

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Dear You,

Yes, You.

Thank You for being around. Thank You for being such an amazing sport.

And Then for Not staying around when you were needed. So that I can make a stupid decision, and you can make fun out of those circumstances.

Thanks for all those Secret Gossips. The kind of conversation I didn't make with anyone else.

Things we did, and we know that we won't be doing same with anyone else, anytime soon.

Thank You for all those movie marathons, drunk memories, long walk, eat outs, unplanned travel and nonsense conversations. And if you were in any few of these, you need to know, you are important.

Thanks for holding me. You know, for all those times, when I was feeling low. You know I would have done the same for you. Whatever happens, I'll be there for you too.

Hope to see you around. Forever.

Happy  Friendship Day. 😜

The Incomplete

Completely incomplete,

my heart is feeling weak.

I see you there,

and yet I just stare

at your beautiful face

in the summer air.

Your smile can brighten my day,

as soon as you look my way.

Your graceful presence and your heart so pure,

have got my mind on you for sure.

Without you in my life,

I'm missing something great! Having you by my side

would be a check and a mate.

I'm sure you might not notice

all of these feelings I have for you,

but I'd share my love if you could see,

that we are truly meant to be....

One Sunday With Coffee & Rain

Sunday in Monsoon is dark

intense

present, not past

or future tense,

Window Shows Grey Green.

And Headphones with Ed Sheeran.

Living in this speck

of time

drinking coffee

writing rhyme,

I hear a knock

on my brain

weather girl says

chance of rain,

You come in

pour a mug

sit down and give

my heart a tug,

You tell me where

you have been,

if you would go

there, again,

You twist your finger

in your hair,

with your famous

mile-long stare,

We’re so different

so much alike,

riding on

a tandem bike,

But one with

two handlebars,

just a foot

from speeding cars,

You drink my coffee

morning space,

pretend we not

in a race,

The morning clock

stuck at six,

perhaps something

we can fix …...!

Unsaid

A few months back I met this Beautiful Soul.

Purest than any soul I ever met. Smile broader than the horizon of the Earth. Laughter melodious than the falling pearls. Eyes speaking a thousand words per blink.

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And we were talking. Good and Bad. Jokes and Pranks. Discussing past and Future.

And then I saw her wrist. Most beautiful, kind of those used for modern day advertisement. And Lines. The kind which is called scars. Artificially crafted on most inappropriate canvas. I knew those lines. Had seen few.

She used Knife, not blade. To slit. Little Amateur, yet deep enough to bleed enough.

And then she tried hiding it. Half covered. But I was not looking at those scars anymore. I knew she would feel uncomfortable, so I switched topics half stuck in thoughts.

How things pass and memories stay.

Wounds heal and scars never fade.

I never Asked her what happened and why?

But she did thank me for not asking.

Some stories are better Unsaid. ❤

Drowsy & Sated

In the middle of these Nights,

Oh, how I wish

You were here with me now

Lying entwined,

No beginning, No end.

Drowsy and Sated,

An unknown peace settles,

As I listen to your heartbeat,

A steady counter rhythm,

To the background music,

Of the rain,

As it gently patters,

Against the bedroom window pane,

If not in this Life,

Perhaps another Time,

Another Reality,

We will finally be,

Together!!