dates changed,
months rotated,
and the years showed their back upon us.

it's been three years now,
since we met.

and yet again i find you there in
the same old hidden parking slot.
where the darkness ruled and light submerged.

feelings.

everytime this cliché word is said,
it hits hard with a new meaning .

now,
the word no more
remains cliché.

exams postponed.
books left in dust.
Opened a blank page,
wrote something,
scribbled it down.
lit a cigarette
crushed it down.
and,
watched the sky
as the sun went down.

It's midnight now.
Took a turn to a fresh new page,
wrote something,
scribbled it again.
Lit a cigarette
crushed it again.
and,
watched the sky
as the night shattered.

The writer slept for a while
as the dreamer was awake.

It's noon now,
the writer woke up...

Taking a sip of his coffee
he saw the scribbled pages
and smiled
as he turned
to a fresh new page again.

talk.
just talk.

because you don't want to.
because you will need to.
.
.
talk.
but listen first.
..
listen to those words,
which you left unheard once.
..
listen to those words
which you despised once.
.
.
because,
without listening,
you won't be able to talk.
..
and those wounds are too deep
to heal without talking...
.
.
so,
talk.
just talk.
because,
band-aid is not going to
heal a bullet holes.

listen.
because you can.
listen.
because you don't want to.
listen.
because in another time you couldn't.
listen.
because when you want to you wouldn't.

so,
listen.
give it an ear.
leave it unheard,
if you wish to...
..
but,
listen...
.
.
b'coz next time
when we talk...
we will need to
listen.

resemblance.
a fickle word it is.
.
.
brings you joy.
brings you faith.
brings you reason.
..
to live.
to laugh.
to be happy.
.
.
resemblance.
a fickle word it is.
.
.
brings you honour.
brings you pride.
brings you rejection.
..
to resent.
to be proud.
to despise.
.
.
resemblance.
what a fickle word it is...

touch.
because you can.
touch.
because you want to.
touch.
because it's the only rememberance you have.
touch.
because in another life you won't.
touch.
because in another time you wouldn't.
touch.
but don't touch this time.
it's the touch that melts you down.
mends your soul.
so,
touch.
not her but him also.
touch.
but to make her safe not hound her.
it's the touch,
or the essence of touch
that melts her down.
it's the touch,
and the essence of touch
that brings her back.

touch.
but don't touch.

so,
touch.
because it is the most sensual art
that ever existed.