F R I D A Y , J A N U A R Y 1 6 , 2 0 0 9
By the roadside,
seems to be gazing at people,
his eyes blank as ever.
What flashes back are –
memories of the time passed by,
feeling the touch, touch that is eternal,
time that is perfect, unshaken.
Now in a limbo he is, speechless,
when a small lithe hand touches him,
smile that rekindles his desires,
felt after a chasm of emptiness.
A fresh air, despair, vanished now,
rejuvenated with a colossal
hurricane of emotion- LOVE.
THURSDAY , FEBRUARY 6 , 2 0 14
One of those days when you stepped aside,
Stood next to me & kept gazing at me.
Now not even a bit of you is with me.
A lighter heart and many more miles to travel
Life is an unexplored landscape I wish to paint.