At the marine drive

At the junction, the name of which I forgot already

in the company of stale sea breeze and a gloomy sunrise at the backdrop

I met you and the color that you wore resembled black

your mascara clad eyes and the fragrance of yellow roses

looked as if we were having a date

but then I had other plans

When you were looked in my eyes,

my impulse was to look in yours

for a moment I forgot the moment

and took a deep breath

I held your hand then, as tightly as I could

and started my walk

I don't remember what you said

but you were laughing and giggling

and I was loving all of it,

the whole-body experience of the energy that you brought

was not enough for me, at all

The walk continued till I saw a better view of the Sun

in the silent vision of the sea

And I was looking at you and you were looking everywhere around

My hands were in your hands still

and the breeze was letting your hair look disheveled

and your pristine innocence

took me in and we embraced

The waves had started crashing in ,

on the shore

and I was in love

Can I really call it a dream?

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Rise with you

When the sun stretches its golden arms, and the morning whispers your name, I think of you, steady as the tide, warm as the hearth, a beacon in the quiet storm. Your laughter, a melody that dances through the chaos, a song I hum when the world grows heavy. Your spirit, unyielding, a tree rooted deep, its branches reaching for the infinite sky. In your presence, I am more. Not because you fill me, but because you remind me of the light I carry within. You are the mirror that reflects the beauty I often forget. Together, we are a symphony— not perfect, but alive, each note a testament to the joy of being seen, of being known. You are my safe harbour, my compass in the wild, my friend, my love, my vista And when the night falls, and the stars blink awake, I will rise with you not above, not below, but besides, always besides, in the quiet grace of this boundless love. And when the night descen...

On a special note (Haikus)

She crosses many paths And the Sun is down Her hands are curious Laughter reverberated with ease The sound of a window opening Sky is lit Love, an enigma She looks at her glasses Who is smiling now? Richness of the emotions The eyes look benign Realm of endless thoughts Great is the morning The book falls She touches her mind

Gloom

Blueberries gaping out of a black and white mug chiseled scraped clouds dissemination of a halo Gloom! Persecution of a perspective Shallow intercepts of void the eyes don't pop up on wit Gloom! Smile or a facade? promiscuous promises no more churlish fantasies Gloom! With a bang of sorts exuberance of a victim vivid experiences of certainties Gloom! No voice that sounds like the ocean a vacuum in reason a virtuous moral man Gloom!

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