his eyes, closed

he raised his face

toward the summer sky

and a smile escaped

the corner

of his mouth

while sunshine danced

across his face

and kissed his cheeks

softly, in a way

that my lips

can only dream of ❤

At night while everyone is sleeping

I lie awake and think of you

I stare at the stars and wonder if somewhere

You are thinking of me too

I sprinkled magic love dust on a birthday card I picked out especially for him

sealed it with heartfelt adoration and a soft kiss

sent it to my beautiful, beloved friend in Mumbai, 12284 kms away, on the wings of a white dove

alas, it was the wrong address

My Love Note

I think of you, and my heart bleeds

It keeps on bleeding but it does not stop beating for you

All I desired was a little corner inside you

I would have stayed there quietly

F o r e v e r

But there is no justice, there is nothing for me

Still, I cannot let go, I won’t let go

I will always hold you inside me

Even if I am on the outside… of you

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As I drive through the forest

I see trees, all kinds

beautiful trees

green and fresh

some withered and yet timeless it seems

trees of many colours

wise trees, crippled trees

fallen trees and baby trees

trees, thin and thick

sexy trees and mean ones too

trees that have seen turmoil

still standing, through the years

their leaves flutter in the gentle breeze

I admire them even more

they take my breath away

I wonder to myself

as I look ahead to the road

will future generations have the fortune to be among them?

Who was played by whom?

All is fair in War, not Love

Bury them both, dear

I had given too much of myself

Mind, body and soul

Precious things were not returned in kind

Vast emptiness fills me now

It is time to walk away

In the wee early morning hour I hear

The sound of pouring rain outside my window

Or is it coming from my weeping heart

That is missing you so dearly?

I found them wasted in the corner

Dreams of what could have been

Withered and weathered

Broken beyond repair

They didn’t speak or cry

Or make a sound

They are stoic, like me

The dust of unrequited love

It dances in the sunlight

It gets in my eyes

I see a shred of resentment hiding under the soft Persian rug

And cold indifference laced the stark white walls

I gathered them all, those things

Squeezed them in my hand

And ate them