The Unforgettable Touch

You touched my soul without even laying a touch on my body,

But when you touched my body, the soul had departed by then,

And thus the 'Unfinished' continued..

The Unfinished Chapter..

I sit back tonight and turn over a few of the old pages..

The pages have by now withered on the edges..

But the pages strangely smell as fresh as the wet earth from the first rains..

They seem to intoxicate me like a fresh mug of brewing coffee, many of which we have shared before..

These pages have resurfaced after a long time but they seem as new as the first time..

The letters look a little blurred but the pictures they are painting are still crystal clear..

Once written with a quaint shiver, away from everyone's eyes..

And now being read, still away from everyone's eyes, and still with a shiver down the spine..

Every page feels like a fresh journey, the words unfurl how we travelled to come closer..

It still is a journey and brings me closer to you but you're far..very far..

Are we farther than we were ever closer? Or are we closer than we're farther now?

You still take up the same place in my heart..This book as well continues to take up the same place at my bedside..

I had tried to bring completeness to us even then but it remained otherwise.. I'm trying yet again this night to complete this chapter but it seems to remain otherwise..

And as I close my eyes to sleep, I slip in yet another bookmark at that page where many memories have been bookmarked for years now..

We still remain incomplete and so does the chapter.. But I keep promising to myself that we shall meet again at this very chapter..

Our very own unfinished chapter..

Let's Go Back and Be Carefree Again!

I was breathing down heavily and almost stumbled over my steps,

As I saw this young couple speeding on their bike and meandering away right past me from a close distance,

A part of me wanted to shout out and give them a good dressing down,

The other part smiled within and murmured, "Young, carefree, love birds."

As I closed my eyes, thanked heavens and gathered courage to start walking again,

I found this uncontrollable urge within to turn around and look in the direction of that fast couple again,

They are fast, so were We,

We zipped past the streets alike on our favourite ride,

A desire to be hugged tight from behind,

Feeling love in every whiff of air,

Lending care to none,

The joys of being carefree though were now gone.

As I get on the stairs of my building,

I hear a newly wed lady shout out, 'How can you forget to get sugar again?'

Dismissing that without much thought, I soon realise my grocery packet has everything but sugar,

It takes me back to our good old days where forgetting sugar had its own old world charm,

Where seeing the eyebrows curve up and scoldings pouring out was surprisingly warm.

As I finish preparing a coffee for myself and settle down to pour it,

My eyes stop over at the lovely couple mug that we drank in,

With much emotion I reach out for the mug,

Holding it seemed like running fingers on her,

The coffee gets cold as the time flies by,

I sit watching the mug with a deep sigh.

As I slip into my night suit and turn to sleep,

I no more find you along side me,

The pillows still smell of your body to me,

And the bedsheet reminds me of the terrible pink you chose for me,

As I gaze at the fan turning over,

The fresh air seems to bring you much closer,

The opposite wall adorns your photograph,

And you continue to smile and look over,

Seeing this, it feels nothing has ever changed,

As I tell ourselves, 'Let's go back and be carefree again.'

Life - Where We Lose To Win!

As I hold my drink on a moonlit night and look at the ice cubes melting away..
I realise that everything in life is earned by losing something..
Just like the ice cubes now are losing itself to make my drink better..
Or the moon that is losing its light to light up this dark night..
And the sun that burns itself to give us a new morning..
And that morning that loses itself to a new night..
Like that pencil which loses a part of itself for us to write..
And that child who loses his tears only to understand a smile..
Or that job where I lose some part of me to earn my livelihood..
That canvas which surrenders itself to the brush and loses itself to the colours..
And that white which has embraced colours like none else could ever do..
Or that me who loses myself to her to win her more..
Like that heart of which I give a bit away to get her bit more..
Life is all about those losses that help us win..
Life is all about that darkness which make us think..
If it were not for the losses, could we ever cherish a win?
It is very important to lose in life..
And not be a loser at the same time..

Cheers to life!

It's between you and me - 'We'

Like that autumn wind which touches the dead leaves and puffs life into them..
Like that rain which brings the earth to life..
Like that sun that lights up the sky..
Like the You who makes me come alive..
For the Like was not Like anymore..
For the Like was Love and perhaps a little more..

The first dew drop on a winter leaf..
The first cooing of an innocent fleet..
The first smell of the morning tea..
The first wish with eyes closed..
The first kiss on those shivering lips..
The first of which that brought you to me..
The first of it that made us We..

I knew two dreams now..
One in which I always wanted you to be with me and the one where I see all of it coming to being..
I knew two worlds now..
One in which we all lived and the one where just 'we' lived..
I knew two feelings now..
One where I loved you madly, deeply and much more and one where I am loved even more..

Without You, I couldn't have been the Me, I am..
Without You, We couldn't have been the We, we are..
When I say We, I mean You..
When I say you, I mean my world..