Daylight love is your voice softening talking about her ; Whisper. Night love is the distant siren where my feelings crash ; Scream.
You hear a 'hey' whispered softly and feel a tap on your shoulder. Face them, and your eyes light up. You are happy. Happy indeed. Familiar faces stopping by, in a world which is always in a hurry! The bliss in the blue. Gift of time? You guys haven't had much in common over the [...]
After complete 4 months of avoiding eye contacts on coming across in public, and a short phone call last night with a 'Hi, maine pee rakhi hai! Tu kaisi hai?' , we stood there, watching our reflections in the the glasses at the entrance. Watched us drift from one topic to other, only to realise [...]
Soaking the morning sun as they prepare to return the charges of 68/49. The train leaves at 11.55am. 🍂 ~ People leaving footrpints, while you leave footrpints. Wow? Meerut has given me some beautiful people. I haven’t been old enough to remember places and know their importance but glad I have seen some. Bye, Meerut. People [...]
And oh, how I have started to relate to the night as if it is a sad thing, oh dear god how beautiful can nights be, how peaceful and look at me, blaming the 2 am hour, the grey skies and what not, for my mood swings! This is not for you to come back, but come back. And you don't find this weird, do you?
How caught in the colours of the sky, you looked more beautiful than ever!
I am looking for more flowers. 🙂
We no more wish on shooting stars, just wish for one. Wish for peace enough to notice a streak of light, arising from darkness and vanishing in the same, and feel, if there is any, the magic in it.