I was never a believer of love, of soul mates or happy endings
But when I saw you sitting near the door of an old café,
E.E Cummings in one hand, coffee in the other
I knew you were the one.

You looked so focused on the poem you were reading
A furrow to your brow, a pout on your lips,
A gaze so transfixed on the text, the world around you barely existed.
You were in your world, and I wanted to be part of it.

And as if my mind and heart had an agreement, my legs started to move
Closer and closer, my hand reached the door, went inside, walked a few more steps
Just a bit more I told myself, I started to reach for you, to ask if I may talk with you
But before I could, you looked up at me, smiled, and the breath I didn’t know I was holding in for so long was knocked out of me.
You were so beautiful.

Your eyes were the shade of the finest and richest of chocolates,
Your cheeks the most beautiful of roses,
Your lips the perfect canvas for mine to paint,
And your smile the sweetest of honeys.

Closer I went and finally I reached you.
I grabbed your hand, E.E Cummings shortly forgotten, sat in front of you and with all the courage I could muster, I spoke your favorite verse.
“I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart. Wherever I go my dear, you go.”

I looked like a lovesick fool and you looked confused.
You smiled, intertwined our fingers and asked what was wrong.
I said everything is fine. Ever since you allowed me to carry your heart and you carried mine, everything has been better than fine

I tried time and time again to write you a poem
But my hands and mind don’t seem to function
I think it’s because they know that no matter what I write
These words will never be enough to express how much you mean to me

Even as I attempt to write now
My words fall short
I just can’t seem to find the right words to perfectly describe you

I can describe what I feel for you though
Every laugh you share with me adds love to my heart
Every smile, hug, touch, every little thing that you give to me
Makes me love you more

This love I have for you is in no way romantic, nor will it ever be
But it is true
I have yet to meet a soul so attuned with mine
Then you came along and everything changed

I suddenly found myself growing attached to you
And I knew it was dangerous since people could leave so easily
But I wasn’t afraid with you
‘Cause I knew, somehow, you were attached to me too
And you never left

I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again
I love you
I’ll never abandon you
And thank you

Thank you for allowing me to be part of your life
And though it’s only been seven years
You will always be my best friend,
Through thick and thin

You and I, we’ll always be infinite

Everyday he writes her a song
He writes about how they met
The jokes they cracked, the stories they shared
Everyday he sings her a song
And everyday, he falls harder for the writer.

Everyday she writes a new poem
She writes about a love she can’t return
A love she doesn’t deserve, doesn’t want
Everyday she hears a new song
And everyday, she breaks the songwriter’s heart.

Two writers seemingly perfect for each other,
But cannot be together
He loves her, she doesn’t
“I just can’t love you the way you want me to”

The wind howls in anger;
Yet the trees stood still.
The waves torments the shore;
Yet the sand laid still.
The downpour ravages the ocean;
Yet the seabed stayed still.
The lightning pierces the clouds;
Yet, above the storm, the sky's at still.
The thunder shatters the silence;
Yet  we just stood there, in each other's arms—
At still.

Drop by drop
How it was done 
Condolence ripped eyes
Forever in the dusky light

Marching soldiers like water glides
Country by country for the moments pride
Still digging and digging for the new way
Like ant's used to do near a cozy place

Elephants were humble to nod and stay
Loosing temper was not his game
Like pond still and shinning on a full moon day

Meteors fall just to burn in the way
Bam.. explosion
If they land to celebrate a day
Elephants might not live to sing
A Happy.... happy Birthday 

Who might survive
I guess ant's would stay
Coz they'll be hiding in their cave


Manisha

Temple in my mind
Simple tear in vain
Strap me in the chair
Intimidate the pain

Trip the ******* switch
Flickers come the light
My death is in the air
Murdered by your sight

we drank and
she said i
smelled
like cigarettes
I never rubbed
her feet
but i knew
they were cold,
she was high
in heels
she left
and i
felt the
breeze
paint the
walls when
the door
slammed
i watched
her walk
to the street
her hair
was like
stripped ribbon
it was late
and i was tired
and i woke
to a nasty
message
on the machine
but made
breakfast like
any other day