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I have a single dream every night, With you in it. In your favourite t-shirt, You sleep in my dream and I ... Gaze at you for hours together, Drink the wine of ecstasy ; Eyes closed, you resemble Adonis. As you wake up, I put up the question - "Why can't you be here ? With me, all the time" You smile endearingly, and say - "I am here with you. Don't you see me ?" You seem like a fleeting dream. Tears and smiles at the same moment, You taught me to do this - "Love you forever", I say and your embrace encompasses my world. I hear from you "It is your turn next time". I close my eyes imagining another rhapsody, And I do not seem to find you again ...

In the shade of our tamarind tree, I often think about you, my baby. You would have been four by now, Maybe just started school. Your mother loves you, I want you  To know that. But then you always  question. You ask me, "Why did you  stop me ? Was I not reason enough for  Happiness ?" You were, my child, you were.  I stopped you, I did not want you to  die in the way I do. Every single day. My blood and tears are reason enough To stop you. Maybe some other world  Is ours. Where I can keep you hidden  From vile eyes, words and touch. Where I can see you smile, walk and grow. Where I can beam after watching your laughter. In the shade of our tamarind tree, I often think about you, my baby.

I found one of your pictures today. Pressed in one of my old wallets. Also a few pieces of paper, I guess stained with your lip colour. Had locked the stuff and kept it away. I'm changing houses, So I had to check all cupboards. Leaving them here. Forgotten. ________________________________________________ New house.To forget an old love. Found an old wallet with pieces of paper. Stained in lip colour. Brilliant red. Must be forgotten. Love is everywhere, ain't it ?

Your side of the bed is empty. No one sleeps in there. I dump my stuff there To make it seem full. No one sits on armrest of the chair as you did. Some random papers Make it seem full. Your cups are not used, A thin film of dust says it all. I fill my cup as you did To make it seem full. But I often wear your slippers Worn,thin,dark pink ones. Waiting for you to come back To make my life full of you. P.S. : I guess I wrote a trilogy - Empty,Half, In Full Measure - over a period of  three to four months. Unintentionally of course.  

You put your hands in your pockets and whistle away.  Don't ask me how I know. I just happen to ... You wake up exactly at six in the morning every single day. Don't ask me how I know. I just happen to ... You prefer tea to coffee and just know more way.  Don't ask me how I know. I just happen to ... I have invaded your dreams and intrigued you. Don't ask me how I know. That is how I know you.

Promise me not to wither away, For you were once the object of my love. I was smitten at first sight, but you never knew, You were the one I yearned for secretly. With familiarity, the magic spell broke, I realized your vulnerability, your weaknesses.  I stepped back. Perhaps it was a sham. You ceased to charm me.  With time, I started to loathe you. Your presence annoyed me.  But when you said,"I wish I were dead", Something tugged my heart. I froze with fear. I don't exactly know what holds me unto you, Is it our affection or the thought of separation ? In love, maybe, you never loved back. In hatred, I fancy you are around, hating me back. Promise me not to wither away, For I want to be the object of your hatred. Pic Courtesy:Google

Amidst all cacophony,              I still get time to make                        Your favourite cup of tea. There is no love lost,              Only I have not proclaimed                                 How much you mean to me. Your eyes search me,                 My soul is trapped in yours.                                  Or is yours in mine ? I do not seek answers,              You very well know that.                              A little more of us though.   

Sometimes, just sometimes. I think of escaping. To a place very known. Familiar. Loving. Where I cannot get lost. No matter what. Sometimes, just sometimes. I think of escaping. To a place very known.

Kisi din meri kavitaayein Bhi tumhe rulaayengi, Tumhe yaad dilaayengi Tumne mujhmein kya khoya. Kya payaa woh tum jaano Par humein yun hi kho diya... Kisi din tum bhi mujhe Aasmaano mein dhoondte huye Bhatak jaoge hawaon mein. Kho kar bhi humein naa paoge, Kyunki hum toh honge Kisi aur vriksh ki chaaon mein.

Na sukh, na dukh, Na mitr, na shatru, Main keval chalaa karta hoon Jivann ki raah par. Na satya, na bhram, Na janm, na moksh, Main keval socha karta hoon Jivann ki abhilasha par. Na prem, na dwesh, Na asha, na niraasha, Main keval dekhaa karta hoon Jivann ki  vibhinn roopon ko.

I always wanted to walk on clear paths. But if I get lost with you in the alleys, I would love it. I always wanted to be the richest person. But if I am in rags with you by my side, I would love it. I always wanted to live a long life. But if I ever die in your arms, I would love it.