Everything you, I love.

I have waited long. Long enough to miss many trains and many full moons. Yet I never got a glimpse of your soul.

I am scared. I am in love. With you and everything you.

Ofcourse I feel like I know you like a mirror, but that's only a feeling. The truth is you are a stranger. Your soul, I don't know.

Stranger sometimes because you have a soul that I haven't felt. You let me into your heart, your thoughts and you love abundantly but you are a stranger with a soul.

I will wait. Miss many more trains. Even more full moons.

I will wait till you come to me baring your soul. Baring everything you.

Everything you, I love and then forever your soul too.

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Letters from Mindland

I have some letters with me. Not particularly hand written.

Short and long letters..
Some addressed some not
Some beautiful some not
Some forgotten some not

Letters that carry yesterdays...written by my mind but never posted, stacked up and labelled with memories..

All those times when you asked me 'Where are you so lost?'

The answer is 'I have got a mail.'

Not all minds stack up, some like to be read.

And I have got a mail..


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Coffee and him

Everytime we meet and sit down to talk, a coffee shop, two coffees, your eyes, your scent, your big talks, business deals, how you nailed it, your lips, your fingers, your specs, sugar sachets on the table and a dreamy me.. lost somewhere between the time I met you and the last sip of coffee.


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When stories are short

The shorter the stories are the easier it is for me.
To remember
To recite
To pretend
that you are listening..
To look away for a while
and still pretend
that you are listening..

Which Universe?

It's funny how you can recognize the level of maturity that has come into my voice.

I am closer to the universe now. Which universe you ask? Well, the one that never existed before! 

Don't remind me again...

Nothing changes in six years.

Six years is a long period isn't it?

Why did I think maybe you might have learned how to open up a bit!? I am usually silly like that. You know!

But nothing has changed. You made me feel just the same way I always felt when I am with you.

I poured out you to like it was raining after years. Blah blah blah and blah... Don't you smirk!

And you? You just remained the same idiot I left six years back. You had to remind me that didn't you?

Winter

Yes, it is cold.
It is our favorite season.
But I have a cold heart.
I will say that
I don't miss you.