When side by side,
the hues of we
blend in untried
like the serenity of nature with rumpus of birds on a tree.

To have too many emotions.
To be too transparent.
To feel too much.
To be too open.
To be,
too much.
And will it ever be possible?
To get them to understand.
That they’re too less.
That they’re terribly afraid of us showing them something they cannot ever reach.
That they have a lack.
That we don’t have anything
in abundance.
And that we are not,
too much.

Imagine.
Summer rain, hand in hand through old city.
Rock wall around, narrow streets.
Small markets and private galleries around
People looking for the roof or restaurant.
And we crossing the street patiently.
Wet and looking forward to each other...

I never believed
in fairy tales
until
I met her
The time stopped
the moment she smiled...
and since then
I have been living
In Wonderland...

the present is now
told a thousand years ago
and we stand conscious

We love, you love
You go, I go,
You leave, I cry
You lie, I break.
We are the single shroud of same body,
Like a compass we are a single soul,
Cosmos, lilac grow on our grave,
We swing on the far stars
No one will visit.
I will live, you will live.

I never wanted to change the sheets,
    as I always smelt you even though

you weren't there.


I loved you from the distance,
             from a kiss from you to us.

But I knew that I needed you to know,
          that I was here even though
you weren't between the pillow
           and sheets keeping me warm.

Sleeping without you, clutching the
             the cusion that had
                        you head rested

next to mine..

Closing my eyes I'd imagine you looking
               lost into mine.
Breathing deeply I feel a moment
       when you loved me.
            

I felt lost till you were next to us,
       we weren't apart.
      But I lost you every time you
             closed the door.

But now you're next to me, no longer
               cuddling pillows of dreams
I  have the real thing, you next to me.