Friday, December 19, 2008

The INSIDE Story..




"Kal poochoge, to hum nahi batayegae

Aawaz bhi doogae, to hum nahi aayenge

Sheesha dekhne se sharmatae hain ab hum

Kyunki humari har adaa mein ab tumhi to samaye ho.."


And they speak...

Dark Angel: "hey Missy!! What were you thinking? What did you expect??! Romance of the 70's ?![*sneering] They don't make love the way they did back then! That's not real any longer. Its non existent, lost, extinct..."


Angelica: "The heart has its reasons which reason does not know..."


Dark Angel: bah!! *throws hands up in the air* *disappears*


Angelica: "...something I said ?? "


Living in your Afterglow


You still appear,you reappear in my dreams
I said I won't look at you.
You still infest my thoughts,I see you everywhere
I refuse to think.
Your voice still echoes in my bedroom walls
I opened the windows.
And I still await the postman,I wander
around your domain.
I wont meet you.I wont accept that apology.
Abandoned my home.Now I'm not coming back
But I still think of you,I still breathe you in,
wondering why you left, why do you pretend...
yes I'm living in your afterglow.
Tell me, how do I trap, how do I preserve those
echoes? How do I capture those dreams and
never wake up, never fall asleep?
How do I forget my first love, forget the things you said?
Yes I'm living in your afterglow.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

in love again


I'm in love again.


I'm in love with the green glass meadows.
The falling rain, the golden dust, the coffee beans.
In love with the wise west wind that
dusts clean my grubby cheeks,
my
tiered eyes,
brushing away those unloved un wiped tears.
In love with the fluffy wisp balls,
jellybeans and dark chocolate,
to accompany a long distance call.


The purple pansies,the blooming buttercups
black grapes, cherries, plums, blue berries un-
anonymous.
In love with the deserted track to the forgotten beach shack.
In love with the starry night and the
baby pigeon that flaps its wings hard trying to fly.


A pressed dry rose, half painted toes,
familiar smells, letters by a foe...

yes! I'm in love again.