The royal blue sky with uncountable stars, I could see the sparks in your eyes..
The sparks that caused melting of my tough heart. They twinkled like your beautiful eyes which made me
so thirsty to drink the beauty of life.
I was standing at the sea shore gazing at the boiling silver touching my feet with your soft palms..
Deep blue velvet was mirroring diamonds in the sky...
The beauty of night is reflecting you.. in my eyes..

Nothing is wrong in not knowing who you are, why is this world around you. What makes it worst is being aware of the fact of not knowing about it.
I don't know why did I meet you.. I don,t know when you will be apart..
I love you more than anything and still I am aware of the day when I won't be able to see you..
Why should I pray somebody who is playing this game?
Why should I wish for something that I have to give back at the end?
The fear is not of loosing you.. The fear is of the fact of knowing that I am gonaa loose you.. One day..

He is my grandpa's brother. He is 78 years old. He always talks about God so I am always least interested.
After meeting him I just forget  that he exists and get busy in my life.. Planning for weekends, going to the multiplex and then having Italian for dinner.
              Then I look at an envelope. A letter for me.. He had sent me a letter.. Blessing me and telling me to take care of myself. Sharing a joy with me that his pension got raised by 300 Rs..
             Can I look at my self in the mirror??????

Hey words, I want you to flow from my pen and get scattered on the paper like the pearls..
I assure you I will make a beautiful necklace out of it.. I want you to shine with my every feeling, my every heart beat, my every pain and my every smile...

 Yes.. You are the only one who had lived deep inside me and know me in and out.. No one does it better.
Yes you are the one with whom I have always been so honest.. Yes you are the one who can help me escape from myself..

Now pour on the paper like a heavy rain.. Clean me up from inside so that I can breath in the fresh thoughts..
Help me.. oh my words.. only you can...

I just go to the office. Come home. Then I cook and clean and goto sleep to wakeup next morning. On weekends guests come or I go and attend some functions. I clear up the clutter or do some shopping. Some times I get 2 free minutes and I think. It all feels horrible.
         Life is gonna pass away doing just things in life. When am I going to live it? It is a funny question though. I merely know what is living life. It is may be smelling the fresh green grass in the morning. It is may be looking at the funny insect on the big leaf and getting amused. It is may be forgetting the surroundings and dissolving in a tune of guitar.
   I don't know what is living life but I want to live it....

Standing on the sea shore and looking at the curly waves.. I try to find that small boat we used to sail in the soft sea. The sky is orange. It reminds me your laughter. The water is dark blue. It reminds me your mind. Too deep to see the bottom. The sand is so silky. My palms are unable to hold it. It reminds me of.. you...
           Where have you gone? I still can hear you.. within myself. I just cant see you. I ask every starfish that comes to shore. Have you seen him? They just leave their prints on the shore and get merged into the water.. Like you did..