She..

​She is made of them the dreams are made of… 

You are beautiful…

You know what’s beautiful?
Beautiful is that morning gush of air that smears through your eyes, catching the glimpse of that side you have not shown to anyone.

You know what’s beautiful.
The slippers that lie on the floor, haphazard waiting for warmth of skin, your skin.

That lucky hairband that gets to feel your tender lips, that gets to tie your hair, that sometimes stay in your ring.

That warm breath you breathe into the wind chime. The wind chime rejuvenates with music.

When you cry and your eyes turn moist. Those little drops of tear, those small sobs.

You know what’s beautiful.
When I call up before a dinner. Sorry I am working late. You listen. You stay hungry. 

You know what’s beautiful.
Everything will be okay. You say. I believe.

You know what’s beautiful.
When you surprise me with a side unknown to me.

You know what’s beautiful.
When you say you are not beautiful.

But You know what.
You are beautiful. 

Her eyes….

Her eyes make me wonder sometimes.
Is the universe shrinking,
Or I am blind…..

Beauty on the roads….

Trickled down the realms of extraordinary,
She was a Chalice,
Filled with ethereal sensations,
Designed in a mould perfectly,
Walked down the lanes of us,
Wine, blood, vigour and valour,
Drink it while it lasts,
She was a beauty,
Of times and thrones…..

Colors and the colorful…..

She is a pallete of colors.

My eyes a tinge of her.

My fuel

You know what drives me day in and day out. It is that presence of yours that keeps me going. Like the fuel in an engine, running through its veins. Smooth, thick, viscous and yet unclogging, independent, gives freedom…….

A window…

There was silence in the room. I was standing there looking at the window. I want to fly she used to say……..