It's strange
We lay on the bed for the next 15 minutes listening,
listening to the silence that crept between us
amid the beats of our hearts. I stare into the ceil to see
the stars beyond, and in that fleeting moment, I wonder,
"Isn't it strange... Isn't it strange how a stranger
for 20 years of your life comes by and just stays, forever?"
I slide my hand into hers to hold it tight.
The sky was clear again, but a storm was born
in our hearts as they had synced
to the after drops of the rain falling on our window sill,
innocently to each other. The storm is calming. She places her head onto my chest and holds my hand tighter. Vulnerable, we felt, but in the right way. She looks up into my eyes, caresses my lips and says, "Isn't it strange...?"
I nod with a smile, kiss her forehead and whisper,
"Goodnight."-
Beginning a Writing Career
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Cricket Freak
Potterhead
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There she came. Walking down the
stairs. Everyone mistook her for
some princess' ravishing entrance to a
party. The cool breeze touched
her arms through the black net sleeves
and instantly got warm.
That off-shoulder red gown that paraded
her collar bone with those black
sleeves morphing itself into leaves arranged
in a pattern to outline her gown
around her chest. The floor-length gown
depicting the shade of hotness swept
breaths and she stood in front of him with
her smile. The roses on her gown, too,
were jealous of the elegance
she possessed tonight.-
... Sniffing my nape, she pinned my face to door
Quiet she stood, her animal roared
Though gasping for breaths, I moan in delight
As she picked sites for her love bites
("Love, it's just the start of our Amber Nights)
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Nathan and Ella. Part 13
"Nathan, where's mine?" Ella asks, tilting her head down and her eyes looking up to him fills fake tears of hopeful request in them, her bottom lip struck out in innocence.
A lot of things had changed over the years yet, this face of Ella remains the biggest weakness of Nathan.
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The moon and earth are face-to-face
and the former slumbers deep
a silhouette dips and emerges from the waters
silently those waters weep
Descending from his matted hair
it shines so pure and bright
yet in its apparent grace, I see,
missing its turbulence, it's quiet
With white laughter from the Himalayas,
it flows to the union of contrasts.
Dependance-liberty, birth-death, rituals
and daily chores, I see on the ghats.
For hours, the rites catch my sight
till the Waters reaches the darker hue
The waves kissing the steps gently
Keeping in the wrath's that's due.
I await the Waters to ablaze fire,
the vengeance of the sufferings it faced,
(for love didn't quench the earthly thirst)
to wash out the ills of ages our hearts have embraced.
The heaven to earth to netherworld it links
tell the man where he lies
I seek to hear a symphony of retribution
as the dead now needs to rise-
On the Road to Nowhere:
"Fading clarities beckons thoughts unknown
as devils devour upon our minds, and
showers begin to shine bright behind our eyes
yet, the soul strives to survive. A long walk
to oblivion, is it?" I ponder,
as the wind chokes me, gasping for breath and
I greet my old friend, my own spell of dark,
The Road to Nowhere, with a weary smile.
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The turquoise shade over the rich-black land
with the moon low and large
and ripples with their last breaths on the shore
so eloquently charge.
Serenity engulfing the last noise
of breeze kissing the leaves
and yet the aura echoes melodies
that thy beating heart weaves.
Thy beating heart weaves idyllic times
charming the souls apart
and so lived a soul miles afar and
yet not distant at heart-