I am digging, going deeper
all my energies in,
have to find
have to put my hands on it,
Google, Wikipedia, Webster
none could help.

Forgot the whole world
so that I could find it,
but
within that time
you were gone
on my silence
you banged the door.

I wanted one word
for the love I felt
for you,
my:  one special.
Or so I thought.

It was a lesson
I learned a lot,
you taught
without meaning to,
but
thanks a lot.

Life is
as it is
it was
what it was
it will be
what waits to be.

So what
is the big deal?

Let it all seep in
this life, I mean.

Your ember lips
on rosy mine,
your dark eyes
in the blue of mine,
you my night
me your sun.

But my love
your blood is red
and so is mine,
and my heart feels
yours in rhyme,
we are not two
but just one
in body
and soul.

Countless meteors falling

drifting, zigzagging down,

each, a part of someone

coming to me

through the infinity

a love that he was

and continues to be.

The difference is:

meteors today

are not only in my soul

but have come alive

in the sky as well.

Meteors mean

more than Earth's crossing

path of a comet,

it's someone coming to me.

This warmth that flows
between you and me
is not of spring, summer
nor a bonfire or an electric heater.

It's warmth of a different kind
one that radiates,
no matter where we are
makes us cozy
and feel one whole
even on cold winter nights.

You hold me not
nor I you, yet
we feel a volcano erupting
between our  hearts
its core put into flames,
that my dear
is no ordinary warmth at all.

It's tender yearning
of two hearts
for each other.

Its so often that i cry & don't know why

tears well up in the eyes

& before I can hold

just slide down & I don't know why.

They came when came

birth cry of my first born,

they came when I was very alone

and then too, witnessed

my confusions & chaos.

At times pillows soaked

or boxes of tissue gone,

and sometimes

they just came, streaming down

like a happy brook

or summer rain,

but they come

without fail.

My tears, always there

and they will be

till the end

maybe the Tear Ocean

flows right behind

my hazel eyes,

and my lashes, in empathy

open the gates

when I cry.

Ever heard of that Tear Ocean?


I don't know, really not

why I cry.

Ah, you are shocked, thrilled
or repelled,
I do not know.
But as I kiss you
my lips captures yours,
do you think
love is born just now?

It all began long ago
on the first sight of you,
the heart moved
but the physical being
came in slow.

The heart, the mind
kissed you long ago.