Maps of mind

In the state of incredulity
and uncertainty over the same
I kept calling you... yet
couldn't share any of such...

can I ever...
more... will you ever...

mind maps...
and their gaps...
if only those could be drawn...
or understood...

ways to pleasure

At this moment…
That hangs in the air…
Uattached… digressed from the physical world
That’s running…
Maybe parallel… to me and you
As we exist metaphysically
Together…
Beyond this frame of time
And space
I look at you
And your existence
Intellectual
And make love to you
In my mind…


Pleasure…
It does find its ways
While there wasn’t
Any scope for it…
Smiles
Smiles

to walk many more miles...

We walked miles together

Without speaking… I could feel the silence…

You remained there… like a feeling

Not just as person… I could feel my own existence

More with you…

Like some background music… not felt unless you pay attention

Yet it soothes you without you knowledge

I earlier thought it would have been better…

If you spoke… or start running suddenly…

In the middle of all those walks we had together

or did some wacky things…

but you remained you… and we grew together

and now I know this is best…

for me and you and both…

every little dream that I dream has you…

every aspiration ends in you…

you let me go to make me find you

again… and again… and yet again…

sometime to discover you from the bit I left you…

sometimes from the scratch…

sometime in blush of the cheeks… sometime in new painted wall

sometime inside a cozy duvet … sometime under a scoring sun…

you are the sweet and sour and pepper of my life

the very essence and flavor…

be my love forever…

time

I couldn't know...

how it travelled

time as we call it

one big chunk of it

is spent without you

longing for you

and yet another

will be spent

without being with you

the time I spent with you

was big... and yet it wasn't enough

the time I spend longing

isn't so big... but seems unending

such is the play of time

:)

This fast moving life…

I seem to have lost…

The track of change…

Rising late is sin…

Even on Sunday…

I run to catch you…

And you run away…

And yet we seem to be

Running towards each other…

They say that is the way…

new youth

i like the smell of paint

and the newly painted

yet to mature

like those tender years

between those desired and undesired impressions

waiting to find expressions

every touch every unintended encounter

leaves work for a lot many touch ups

yet

the scars will show when in bright light

i like the smell of newly painted

like the smell of new youth

to be preserved and protected...

monsoon

this is my third monsoon in Mumbai... and i guess i have come to terms with this city...

its uncleaned ways... and its ways to welcome rains with the worst potholes ... road blocks and traffic jams...

say whatever do whatever... rains have amazing quality to heal your soul...

i was congratulated in the middle of the night by the guy as soon as the first blop of rain came rushing towards the mumbai land...

i guess the guy is also coming to terms with my obsessions with rains...

all smiles...