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Impulse

So, I plunged in the blue forbidden sea
Willingly on the cold sunny day of January
Salt OR was it sweat I wouldn't tell
As embrace got smoother than an egg shell
Vast like the space I could be inside
Floating by sea, but I couldn't swim beside
The end came peacefully for dead,
As I drowned and rested on the sea bed.

Jan 12 2004 10 AM

Un-named

Is like hollowness in life....
Far away I know, in another shell
Why crave for that warmth of home
Of a beloved, me alone, lonely, helpless
Who am I, what am I to ask for those words...
But only to cause a ripple in thy peace
To ask for an unaskable wish and...
To hope, yet know for none to be there
For me, cause I am a beautiful dream in tears...

Dec 3, 2006

Depth

If love were an ocean,
And you were its depth...
I would have drowned again and again
Sleeping on its bed
and still survived
To breath and to drown again!

June 11 2007

Beginning again

If passion was a morning dew
Or an unfound beauty beneath a veil
To tempt would  be a stroke of truth
On a blank canvas of unseen vows

To be late to dream, couldn't happen
But to begin now, is never late.

October 29, 2004

Never enough

seeing you is like crying out loud looking at some silly TV show
seeing you is like the appearance of a rainbow after a long rain
seeing you is like having tea on a rainy day with a cigarette
seeing you is like the rays of sun over a mountain at the dawn
seeing you is like having dark chocolate with extra hot coffee
seeing you is like hearing applause after a successful show
seeing you is like the fragrance of fist rain on barren sand
seeing you is like the first gulp of water after a long run
seeing you is like taking a bath after a long day of hike
seeing you is like the smell of freshly baked cookies
seeing you is like a cool breeze in the summer noon
seeing you is like the snow flakes on a winter start
seeing you is like a first kiss on a pair of virgin lips
seeing you is like waiting a long time for a smile
seeing you is like a warm touch of a rabbits' fur
seeing you is like making love again and again
seeing you is like playing the ball at the beach
seeing you is like shopping at a mall aimlessly
seeing you is like wearing a diamond ring
seeing you is believing
seeing you is loving
seeing you is never enough...

May 16 2006

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