Pardon Me

Yesterday

You do know that you did steal a look, once, twice... thrice? I noticed it then... only fleetingly. You know, I too, gazed the glace, small talked... aloof in pretense in a room full of everyone! I could record sweet little nothings in panning sight. Never direct- no.

And Why? Never mind that. Lets see how it goes! But really, do we argue for the sake of argument? or is it the only way to speak to one another... do you fear we have nothing else to say? Or disagreeing is a way to show it matters?

Today

It is little past Monsoon and I can still smell the damp earth with fragrance of life. Greens in joyful celebration, and the greys of the vast skies shyingly giving way to the the cobalt blue of yonder admiring from a distance. I walk out in the lawn as the echoes of silence brush with the trunks of the 'Champaa' tree. A white petal falls and rests on the sprawling grass.

Tomorrow

To be continued....

Good night my Soulmate- An ad hominem

1.
My dear Dwelling of the mind,

I write to you, for must I not, I shall be lost in my whirlpool of expressions. I must write for I must begin my journey. I must write to you, for I must know that at this moment, your beautiful eyes gaze this piece of writing with a smile and thoughts that baffle you just as much.

I must write, for I have never written to you before. I must write for I have never had your attention like this before. I must write for I must hold on to your attention that I long so dearly.

I must write to you oh beloved, for my urge to speak to you compel me to let my devotion take form of words, and as I long to find the ones that are able to do justice to how I feel, I am saddened, that I have not, any that speak of my emotions, for you.

When I am alone, I recollect, as would the farmer who has had his crops laid waste by the storm a night before. I seek your memory, as would a lost soul in search of a prophet, as would a knight for chivalry and a lover for his romance.

I write to you finally to tell you how I am captivated by your presence. I must then, write, to tell you how much you mean to me.

I must write before sanity takes over again, and I am chained to dance to the woeful rhythm of pretence. A dance I dance so often, just so that I could redeem myself… as my inability to speak what I feel and write what I cannot express.

2.

Away…far from the world of co-existence of make-believe. I must then, not waste a moment and let you know that,

I am spellbound by your magnificence and remain eager,

And long for the touch of your breath, your smile and your heart, you admit of not owning.

I must write to you my beloved for I seek your smile, your warmth…

I must write for you hypnotize me.

I must write before the sun rises again and tell me…

Wake up… you are dreaming.

I must then write to you…

Before reality burns with the rays of the early morning sun…

I must write to embrace you

And tell you…

How much I think of you.

Sweet dreams.