Kiss me a decade later
And I'll still remember
The taste of your lips
Hug me a lustrum later
And I'll still feel the warmth
that radiates off your skin
Caress my hair
An century later
And I'll still remember
of your wrinkled palms
Make love to me
an eon later
And I'll still
kiss you after it's over.
Brew some coffee
and smoke with you
Hold my hand
A millenium later
And Ill still
never ket go of your hand
For I vowed to hold it
Walk a while with me
After a lifetime
And I'll still synchronise
My footsteps with yours
For I'd promised to walk
by your s...
That calls for love
From each shred of my bone.
Each corner smells of you.
There's a part of you,
a part of you
in the memories
that engulf my vision
on those abandoned,
Where my hand craves
the touch of your
Where my fingers wait
to intertwine with yours.
Where my smile waits
for your presence.
Because it doesn't come to me,
Unless I look at you
and absorb enough of you
in my veins
and achieve solace.
The stories I write,
The poems I pen down,
The heartbreak that I speak of,
Has remnants of you.
The applauds I recieve,
Are my trib...
the world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.
- St Augustine
Lying on the couch,
Lazy and half awake..
Gazing through the window,
And taking a sip from the Hot Ginger flavoured masala tea,
I wish I could have a bit more of Sunday!
The time seems to run with vigor and power,
More I tried to grab it in my palm,
The more it ran with swift and turns
Mocking me with its ferocious smile..!
All I could do was to wish,
I could have a bit more of sunday!!
With the strains of light
That ooze throught the curtain,
The reddish tinted hues of the dying day,
With it died my lazy cozy dreams
But still I wish,
Can I have a bit more of a sunday, Please?
Sueño mi primera llegada
al pueblo de tu infancia
donde una sencilla casa
me de la bienvenida a España.
La casa a la que no vas tan seguido
pero que desde la mencionaste
para nuestro primer finde,
la recuerdas hasta estando dormido.
Porque será donde repitamos los abrazos
y vuelva a quedarme dormida en tu regazo.
Me enseñarás cada rincón
los muebles de la cocina y del salón
la vista desde el balcón y tu habitación,
las fotos de tu familia
y hasta tu bici averiada.
Recorreremos un poco ese lugar
donde tus vacaciones solías pasar,
talvez ahora lo veas y lo sientas diferente
porque será donde empecemos
a conocernos realmente.
Estaremos un finde a solas,
compartiremos unas noches
If I would’ve known that sunny spring weekend was going to be our last time together I would left that Friday instead of Saturday so I could’ve been with you a little longer.
If I would’ve known that long weekend was going to be the last time I saw you
I would’ve looked at you to admire your features a little better, a bit longer...really let the image sink in to burn an imprint in my mind’s eye.
If I would’ve known that Sunday night was going to be our last night together,
I would’ve came to bed sooner instead of creating the outline for the book I’m writing now...
If I would’ve known you were in the process of pursuing that other woman ...
I would’ve never bot...
Tu, amiga mia, un solo lugar te queda pequeño, porque nunca fuiste estática, y cuando el alma se siente inquieta no hay otra decisión que tomar, más que seguirla.
El mundo se hizo perfecto para ser admirado, no importa si son tres años o tres semanas
y tu, que sos única y también perfecta, y que todo lo que vibra igual se atrae mutuamente... mirá si no vas a sentir atracción por el mundo, Si naciste para vivirlo!
Tomá el impulso que te da esta búsqueda de libertad para decorar tus alas y no dejar de volar nunca, sin importar a donde el viento las lleve, no dejes ningún espacio en ellas que no esté impregnado de algún recuerdo bonito
Me gustaría desearte también, que no par...
He is packing his things.
Finally, ready to come home.
The time I’ve been waiting for.
I’m packing my suitcase.
To go to a place away from home.
A journey that’s been long planned.
Why can’t we meet halfway?
Why did you have to go?
Why do I have to go?
I wanted you to stay.
I want to stay.
Los recuerdos que hace un año vivimos,
los paseos y las charlas,
todas las fotos que de nosotros ahora guardas,
han venido a mi mente
A ti te pone triste observarlas porque sientes que me has fallado, al tardarte tanto
en hacerme viajar,
pero, cuando yo las veo...
recuerdo que me hacías muy feliz
y me vuelves a enamorar de ti.
The breaths felt heavy as the sun drowned behind the mountains, to kiss the horizon once again after the moon had flirted with and embraced the stars after a night.
The stars shined bright and casted the light to my eyes, their image distorted by the curvature of a bottle that lay abandoned in front of me.
The bottle had glitters floating in the vacuum inside it.
Little did I know, in this brief period of musing that I was captivated in, the night wasn't going to leave me any less befuddled.
And there was life's wile for me, lying in a bottle. The bottle of memories.
The thundering breezes suddenly fainted to witness a broken heart get sloshed in memories. The stars shimmered to fix ...
How Sunday feels to a Dreamer, how Sunday feels to a school kid, how Sunday feels to a guy who works in a corporate who hates his job.
A nature lover's desire
I long for a weekend where I can get away from home and travel to quiet place.. breathe some fresh air.. admire the beauty of nature.. but it somehow doesn't materialise. There's always some job pending. I spend my Saturdays cleaning the mess at home and Sundays in prayers, cooking and shopping. I battle time to even lay down and relax for sometime. I wish my weekends were different. I don't remember when I last watched a movie or hung out with friends. Where's the time? Let alone watching a movie, I hardly switch that television on. It's lying at home like a white elephant. When I'm on my periods, my weekends are a curse. I bleed yet I manage to complete all the unfi...
My teardrops rest on the paper now, embracing the ink and blotting it. This was another letter I sat down to pen to be sent to you. But this time it was different. This time blotted ink was a mark that would tell you about the tears that I cried while remembering you.
The tears of wait. The tears of longing for a letter you never sent. The tears that seek the answers to the questions that I ask. But these tears evaporate away too quickly when the volatility of time takes them away into the sublimity of life.
I write down to you. I will, always. For not just this lifetime but for the coming ones too. For ages. For seasons that pass. For decades. For centuries. For eons.
Because every time...
What’s the most important thing in a trip for you?
I can’t wait to read your opinions!!
Love u guys!
* Umbrella * Cravat
* Eight* Dog
"Rainbow8 : A short story"
Monsoon have its own Beauty. In the usual hustle on the street, one can find unusual sightings. At times touchy.
As I was walking down the street, I saw a little girl with her DOG. It was a 'dalmatian'. She was wearing a nice 'colourful' CRAVAT.
It was a beautiful weather, light showers along with slight sunlight. I had put down my UMBRELLA as sunshine grew. I saw a 'rainbow' above.
Kids love Rainbow. So when I told that girl to look at it, she did not react. I got curious as to why she was not surprised.
'She can't see it as it is, she'...