It was a day of being separated forever;
How could I forget our last meeting of ever!

The sun was hidden somewhere, behind the cloud;
and a dusty wind was to flow,as if the nature tried to play a sorrow-tune!

Suddenly I found my eyes to be stared at you,
And our silent tears,became the witness of our presence,
after a two years of silence...!

You asked me to have a snap with me and to frame it forever, somewhere in the corner of your heart.

I could feel your silent wish for me,
Looking at your eyes;
and when you stopped your lips,twice-
  from the attempt of saying me something;
My eyes somehow captured the scene,
and you would never understand, my that silent pain!

The album of our 'days of together' was turning over, Infront of my eyes;
As if the memories, just got rememorised!

A lots of things were to tell you, a lots of tears to share,
But the time reminded me, we are not together!
I would never forget the words of your eyes,
When we made a silent promise to remember,
And to never meet again, forever!

Souls meet,
Either soul not knowing, not understanding
And yet, still feel something.
Reasons–unknowing–we met and
Chances are, maybe we belong,
Holding the others hand, or maybe we belong
In passing memories. But
Now, I can’t help but
Guess that maybe we met on purpose.

I fell hard for a stranger,
Her words, the pauses between them,
The boldness in which she spoke,
And of course the confidence in her approach.

But, woe is me, captivated fool.
Palavar was a sweet heat exchange.
Fast passion in shared interest.
The flurry of tongues refreshed,
Impressed by the company of another.

I left with only a name,
No good at this game,
Of courtship.

I have walked this street so many times, in heels, in sneakers, at day, at night, when it's beginning to rain, when the sun is shining, when the moon is out. Same destinations, different stories every time. We cry while we sing "I will survive", we run across this very street with feet that didn't feel like feet. The sign was alive! And suddenly we were too. A stranger lit their cigarettes, I saw the french guy from my class but ended meeting another french guy, one I wasn't expecting. Kissing didn't feel like kissing, dancing felt way more than dancing. I suddenly felt like dancing with you, and I don't dance with anybody.

Also j'ai parlé un petit peu de français avec toi.

you’re looking at me

but not really at me

your eyes take in the sight of me

but you never make eye contact

you look a little to the left of me

your awkward gait

your peculiar hair

your whole being

approaches me

your compliment

lights up my year

i want to get closer to you

but you

you’re lost in the crowd

i can’t make my way

back to you

I know this may sound strange.
To know if we could meet again
As if the first hasn't happened.
The same sleepless nights,
The beginning of Summer.
Finally asleep with the thought of you.
The nostalgia of a smile.
Wasting my time in a dream.
To think of myself as an apartment.
You the city I gaze into.
I know this may seem strange.
Staring out the patio window of a one bedroom apartment.
Searching to live in the comfort of again.
To be honest I couldn't be any happier.
The blinking buildings, the backdrop of sky.
It's almost therapeutic, the way I think of you.
To stand on the balcony at night,
Reliving the same feeling of meeting you.
Miles away from any and everything except you.
With your favorite color lighter.
Waiting to hear about your day