She anxiously searched the drawers,
As angst took over her beautiful face,
Tell me how does it look,
He asked as he stood up,
Don’t worry I’ll find it soon,
She said without battering an eye,
He silently crept towards her,
As she tried to ignore him,
Grandma’s button, she meeked,
He had in a way calmed her little eccentricities,
The storm water had slowly started to recede,
As brightness came back to the city,
Let me look for it in the attic,
He said, adjusting his spectacles,
You don’t have to, you must be tired,
He smiled as he slowly walked towards the attic,
What’s important to you is important to me,
He had silently acknowledged,
The ocean sometimes needs to meet the shore,
To realise how calmness feels,
The slow murmurs of the wind,
Gently kissing its cheeks,
Soothing it to a slumber sweet,
And sings to it of melodies ancient,
The ocean slowly closes its eyes,
He came back with the box that had held all her memories,
She saw it and came immediately running,
The box had her Grandma’s Button,
And the one that held her had her heart,
The mind and body came much later,
As they had already dissolved into one being,
An organism of romantic times,
She wanted to cry as moments like these were overwhelming for her,
She looked him in his eyes,
As her oceans touched the shores,
And rain had started to pour,
Her heart was pounding,
Like the way they had first met,
And sat silently under the Banyan Tree,
Reading books of their own,
He smiled at her and went back to the bed,
What happens when two souls learn the language of the universe,
Words lose all their meanings,
And voices become so mute,
Come back to bed when you want to,
He lied down on the bed,
Took out his book,
Smiled back at her,
And had started reading…….


Some dreams dead on their way home,
Some voices that couldn’t find their own echoes,
Sometimes the shadows of our past cloud our judgements,
The good, the bad, all suspended,
And ruin the sleep of many a goers,
The guilt that pulls us down,
What if,
The dilemma of the crown,
And we cringe sometimes for the futures unbirthed,
The present crumbling, diminished, blurry,
Its natural to feel this way,
Unaccomplished, confused, sad or heartbroken,
For even life took its time to nurture the Earth,
Billions of years and still unfurling,
Take a moment of rest,
Relax, unwind in the wild,
Pick yourselves up and those fallen down,
Don’t believe what they say,
This isn’t race or something to prove,
Believe in yourself to find the best for you,
Or let it stumble upon you over dinner,
Be content or stay curious,
You can win on your own timeline……