She asked for my new address,
around my birthday

Today
you have to scroll a lot,
on my FB page
To find a super belated wish

Yet, twice a day,
I merrily pick a small key
Acknowledge the faint flutter within
and check the empty letterbox

Coz I am pragmatic,
not a hopeless romantic
I check the empty letterbox,
coz I have already bought
a lovely red Thank You card

Those stars above,
are lovers who lost
Some had and lost,
some never had

Timeless is their glory,
blinding their glow
With burning fire of God,
******, untouched
and unearthly kept so

Shining on,
I will speak,
words and acts etheral
Coz your no,
didn't just **** me
it made me join them,
till sweet end of eternity,
and made my soul immortal

Tick tock
Midst your exhaling pleasure
Wanting more ticks,
and a few more tocks

Nothing on
but the watch
White,
midst the swallowing dark
Just as it was chosen

Thanks you said,
that birthday
I will always wear it,
promised your hopping innocence

Always

I wait,
as the ticks echo
Nearing crescendo,
for destiny meant so
A shivering delight,
I too win

In not letting go

Lost a pen
Stopped scribbling
Stopped scratching off,
as if some words were lovelier than rest
Stopped seeing,
started listening
Poems are not words,
they are unsung songs
Not paper,
someplace else they belong

Lost a pen,
but found my unsung songs

Reality shivers,
and uncontrollably so
I hold her hand
Her -
miles apart
and ages beyond

And the whirl slows down,
calms down
Like a kid,
who is promised a grand story

Thats her seductive charm,
that her unwavering glory
And thats my life
All known,
all writ,
yet a delicately unfloding story

You are my Homer

I rise as I sink
and sink back as I rise,
when through you I flow

Such poignant beauty
Now, today,
more than ever so

Back then,
I used to
silently weep words
Letting them go,
picking them back up
As they got,
heavier, shinier and calmer

Perfect was I,
Perfect was she
Just that,
it wasn't how it looked
Just that,
as the library in me waited,
I realized,
she wasn't that much into books