Tell me a tale
Those that you bear from distances
Those that you covered with your feet
Those that you ran with against the wind
Those that you swam with ripples in oceans and seas
Those that you got out from that nomadic women's eyes, deep
Those you wept with in your dark nights
Those that stitched your heart back, glueing it back to its place
Those that take you back to the greener pastures and yellow meadows
Those which are rusty, covered in the dirt of that high trek you took
Those that I might have heard, recite them to me again
Tell me a tale
Help me put together my pieces, pull me out of my salvage.

Let's talk about silence
Because I think my words are failing me
For the first time I'm out of phrases
My tongue is tied, its happening very rapidly
I think I might be judging you
For the same mistakes that I've shared with you
But I'm putting you under the spotlight
Scrutinising more than you're giving to me
And all in silence
Hush, don't speak, I'm out of talks to talk
Let's just walk the walk
And stand apart;
One feet
Because it doesn't make sense
Two feet,
I think I'll step a bit farther more
Ten feet
I want to be untied and set free
Forty feet, fifty, a hundred, thousands
Infinity
Don't want my heart to skip a beat, anymore
It does though
Because I think I've leapt a bit too far-a-way
Thousands- a hundred- fifty- forty feet
I think I'm retreating back a bit
Two feet
I'm sinking into the ground
A final leap
One feet
I knew I couldn't do without you for long
You hug me// you couldn't either
My tongue is tied, it's happening very rapidly
//entangled in yours
For the first time I'm out if phrases
//you're gazing at me
Because I think my words are failing me
//yours are creeping onto my existence
Let's talk about silence.

And it all came back to me
The brokenness I felt at that time
Pain isn’t transient
It drops to the sea bed
Covered in shallow waters
My love, my heart
It is bound to come up sometimes
Some time
When the ripples arise again
And the time comes
It starts to hurt, again
And there’s always space for some more
But never do you get over it
Get away with it
Or get it out really
It might become still for a while
But it never goes away
Pain isn’t transient
It hides itself in water
Only to come back again.

I’m not good with words and worse with expressing. But, I’ll try.
We all are searching for something, someone special. We try to search for dots, squares- shapes that are our similar kinds. We fall innumerable times and sometimes that leaves us questioning our faith, our beliefs, our potential- overall, maybe ourselves. And we stop trying. A hand reaches out to us. That hand stands with you, for you, some times even slaps you while you’re losing yourself again. It hugs you, comforts you in those lonely winter nights and feels the raindrops falling upon its palm through the grills of the window. It guides you, pointing out like a signage and it never fails you. That one person guides you, holds you, loves you for no reason comprehensive whatsoever. They make you look at yourself with hope, with love.
And more than some times, we fail to realise that while we were busy searching for more than something that’s ordinary love, that love had been standing beside us all this while and maybe, more.

Traveling 
Its like meditation to me
I find solace when I'm on the run
The thrill of the chase?
Only most times I don't know where,
Or why or what, answers to these
But catching someone's eye
Sharing an unsaid story
That unfolds between two people
Maybe for a split of a second
And you smile, they smile back maybe
Maybe frown and look away
But there's that moment
One moment in a second
A story of a second


You never know how you might make someone's day

Stories of travels and people and more
Clinging onto memories and letting them go
Just for a moment, entendámonos.


Will you be my stranger for today?

Tell me a story, she asked.
Inquisitive, just like her mother.
Open that door and that'll get you to your storyland. Behind which lie stories never heard and rarely told. And there is where you can weave magic with words and watch them come into reality.
She's been searching for that door ever since.

we’re separated by miles theoretically
Our hearts, by a few yards until recently
i can hear you still, like last year
last year, when we were one soul
there was no separation
i tie my hair
untie them
and tie them once more
glance at the clock
the watches
the phone
i can still hear you in a distance
a few miles
a few miles
or maybe a few yards
i can hear the heart ticking
our pulses racing
racing away
from that one moment
one moment that lost us more
more of a you and a me
i type aggressively
not to match our beats anymore
heart beats
pulses
deep and heavy breaths
we were pretty sure of ourselves
deceiving a separation, measurable,
and finally its the distance
The distance
The distance
Some distance
the distance that got between you and me.