We sit together outside your lawn,
covered in lush green.
You stare at the stars as if it narrates million love stories to you.
Somedays I wonder if I can ever be the stars reflected in your eyes.
But everytime you look at my eyes,
I see the sun painted in your iris,
And know why you don't stare at me directly,
because I remind you of the loneliness
which we were meant to share together.-
"I am sorry. I forgot."
"How is she doing? And the baby?"
"Both are doing fine, Maa." he lied as the white sheets covered the pink face of his newborn.-
If love-at-first-sight is true and happens at least once in a lifetime, then it must have happened yesterday because I am still dreaming about it, clutching that smile close, which was contagious in a way my heart can never recover from the infection it passed.
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a child and her imagination. Like the moon it travels with her in every place.
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Little Things//
~Somedays as an ode, other days
a forgotten Shakespeare's sonnet.
Somedays you are a bracelet
tucked with the stationaries.
I see you piling up inside me.
Little by little.— % &Dust accumulates here now.
My body feels too numb to clean it.
What if dust, too, holds memories
and cleaning them would lead to
losing them?
Each day some dust gets collected
on my fingertips, and when I press
my fingers on the white shirt,
imprints of the day get carved on it.
Will I miss those little moments?— % &-
He was quite absorbed in his work. His hands moved craftily on the piece, studying the details of it. An aroma roamed in his nose as he continued working. He lost track of his time as he stared at the beauty lying in the dinner table. But when the door bell rang, he soon accumulated the pieces in a tray and placed them in the deep freezer. After all it was a Sunday and his cook was bound to make chicken. A sense of relief passed his veins as he licked his hands savouring her skin's taste.
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Memories are like strings not the one we use to tie our exam answer papers,
but a kind of string producing a melody- like that of a guitar's.— % &Being best friends yet another time.— % &-