It’s been a while. The cliches have done their bit. So has the whisky. And the wine. And the occasional welled up tears. And the rhyme and rant of unsent messages. Loss has run its course. So has grief. It’s back to life. It’s back to living. It’s back to being mostly loved – at…
I look at your words I look at your face I see the lines under your eyes I wonder about the smiles, the lies I think of the sweet-nothings I picture the emptiness I go back, in time I stand still I want to dream with you Togetherness I want to feel with you Nothingness…
Lines of red and some black, Patterns of symmetry, in those squares. The sky smiles this evening, She spreads the borders across the dusty balcony. The skies are raging, she is in a state of fury Love and hurt have breached all borders Turmoil has become the truth The pieces of her heart rest in…
It’s been six months. Yes. It has. Not very long. Not long enough. To flush you out. The memories. They haunt. That’s what their (one – and only) job is. But I haven’t worn it … … … till yesterday. And just like that, the heart listened . To the head. For once. Logic, twisted…
She looks out. Almost smiles. It’s been a while. She doesn’t remember – the last time. Must have been some time back. Her memory is not reliable these days. Her heart also has a head of its own. She wonders which one’s playing games! The crutch of memory or the emptiness in her heart. She…
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