Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

The city which taught her alot. Not because she had seen more of the streets than the walls of her house, But because this city breathes alot. It has no phases of the day when it can sit, Just sit doing nothing. Like the girl by the signal sitting with gajlas but not earning. Like the boy with balloons, not playing but selling. Like the lady carrying the baby, not in the baby vehicle but draped against her waist. Like grandpa sitting with blank cloth on the floor and blank eyes amid the wrinkles and stretched smiles. This city is made of water! Water- not carrying the concert wall but is the base, the roots you say. Foreigners , residents and of course the so called love birds sit along the shore. Some quite with life. Some fussing over others existence and ignorant of their own. Some capturing it into the lens. No, not the retina but the lens which are evident to the beauty of the place she resides. And the love birds the lead players of different Trailers to be f...

Empty spaces don't exists for her. Voids are never hollow tunnels to her. Roads with less movings wheels, Or roads with crowded windows Don't exist for her. The breeze , they say is not visible to us, But unlike the visible humans; The breeze holds the strength to take you, On the spot where your heart is. Of course its beating in you, But our hearts beat less for us and more for them. .THEM. Firstly for family, When heart pumps blood and Mind focuses on strategies to make you known. But when both mind and heart decide to take their own paths, It's bit difficult to have your own path. Holding mind in one hand & Grabbing the heart before it flies in another. The spaces are filled with nostalgia. The voids force her to built her future in it. The breeze never failed to taunt her that, She is leaving behind a very important part of hers. It's beats in us, but not for us. Ironically mind is ours, But we don't follow it. And heart is not ...

No, she wasn't jealous of the girls you were talking to, But was bothered if any of them took your hand. No, she wasn't jealous of your so called girl friend, But she was bothered if their was no conversation with her. No, she was not jealous of people seeing you everyday, But she was bothered of empty circle. You never moved her, Until one day when she saw your literal smile. Until one day when the purple kurta was shining bright against your shoulder. She wasn't shook of the happenings in your 24 hour, Until that pinch of turmeric was glowing against your cheeks. She was least bothered of your presence, Until one day she knew you were planning to leave. She wasn't free enough to sense you, Until one day when bye came up sooner than a hello. The irony is the farewells did all the magic rather a hello.

Skies take away the lines from the forehead But the hearts evolved in 90's Still are bothered by 20's blue-ticks But when scanning the queue of the Stressed teens A few were found admiring the- Long roads Empty page But obvious green trees But even the tree with only branches & no leaves Distant hill tops Curtained windows The boy tossing the bottle The girl smiling , For some reasons adoring the sun The lights on the cell were becoming The disco lights of the dance floor. But he was ignorant of it. Rejoicing with - Blue ink Neither open nor closed dairy Dancing pen Tapping legs

Plugged earphone , lazy legs stepped in. The wheels rolled against the iron path. In the Hustle of reaching its final point It came to a point where, The twin of your eyes met her's. Then it got lost between strange eyes. The still sleepy eye struggled hard to find his, But it couldn't find the most cosiest place of her's. The mind wondered if morning laziness couldn't locate him Or was it just a dream of her's. When passing through a place; The place where he belongs, The beating heart took her to his home. Always or say she still wonders , If it's always going to be his or someday theirs. Since she enjoys the aroma of the tea, She sensed him even at the place. Sharing is a tough matter for her; But if it's him , it is just a favourite bench or tree to sit and stand by or underneath. Say anything. The sleepy eyes could hardly determine to get off the rail. The lazy mind was still into bed moods to get up. But naughtiness of the ...

I was talking to you And thousands vehicles passed across me. Yes, thousands in the big picture. All it meant was more than the count, The eyes could count in a blink. And then don't know if the sun was hiding, Or were the clouds coming into his path; Or did the clouds grabbed the attention successfully. Don't know if the green mangroves were laying beyond my sight, Or were they surrounded by the sea. Or was it outlining the city from the moving water. The horn at signal, Bought the mind to life. The numbers shinning on the heads of BEST buses Had fixed destination for them, but multiple. How easy it is to carry those numbers to their destinations. But when it comes to destiny of humans, There's not even one that mind and heart both can be agree for. Does smiles and tears rule life? Or Is smile and tear both puppet of life? This is how I ended up talking to you. And start figuring out the words for my next page.

You penned me half. The shiver that your words gave, Were traveling through valleys in me. The bonding you tried to narrate, Were like finding the penny in the sea. It wasn't a unfinished poetry; It still tunes everyday like the bicycle bell. The curiosity you had inked, Raised the child in me to know both the sides. The image that you pictured was of course blurred, But it rages me of you not trying even to see through it. A ink is not heartless. It has more than a life surviving in it. I may have ask you to page it for me, But it would have killed the mockingbird in you. But well done sir, At least you gave a chance to a story. Still wrapped in wet ink .

That adorable smile on her face. Those fingers scrolling the screen, Her sipping of the cup, Pausing and looking around if he is there. That adorable smile on her face. She sits relaxed like- 'Earth has much of her smiles, Than the chaos on the neighbour's head.' Folding her legs upon the chair, She sips the cup again. That adorable smile on her face. And he arrives. She sits upright holding the cup, Dropping the mobile. She stretches her smile a bit more. And begins to narrate the happenings, Unseen by him. And that she feels he should know. That adorable smile on her face. I don't know her name. For a couple of days, I have known her smile. Urge to know her name, Hides somewhere; When I see a smile shinning more than the 8:00 Sun. Never disturb a smile by a question. And sadly as I don't know her name, I can't tell you the same. But that smile on her face, keeps my upright.

I miss having you but a bit more On lonely roads In a open cafe Where beauty is empty benches Near Ice cream stall When fired by spice of pani puri When two souls are quarrelling for each others presence When a lush green hill top burst into flowing water. When the eager in me arouses to enter into the four walls between the trees and flower in that valley. I miss having you but a bit more. When a cottage feels home just by adoring the entrance. When passing through a lane. Where empty roads speak of US walking together HOME. When I need to rest my head just to relax on your shoulders. When I want to show you our future replica , Sitting at a cozy place not talking but at peace. Yesterday when I was writing your name, Hidding it by other words. Spelling us. I miss having you but a bit more. When shook by the realization that, WE are only US in the parallel world of my ink.

Don't know if feelings are hard to handle, Or the two hearts trying to beat in sync. Sometimes it's just pleasing to take your name. Sometimes it's just so easy to be yours. Sometimes it's just that we exist, On different floors, In different cities. Sailing to eachother through moving clouds & blowing wind. But the social environment sometimes makes it suffocating Hard to Accept. Hard to Declare. People are like - " You have a heart but shouldn't beat for a stranger. Stranger that you choose." These aren't protocols to stand by, But something inside us , may be our morals drag us to the minds of social beings than of ours. It's not complicated. It's just a easy word, hard to accept.

Never ending roads Open sky Fenced with tall and green woods Some embracing the chills of the morning Some in snickers heading home And a few roaming in their world with their playlist And then there you stand Hidden by your thoughts Hidden amidst your fan club It was not late It was just that this time , Time had skipped few , few  hours To make someone realise that she was late But by the watch on your wrist The crowd around us were searching a future And a few even making families , But of different DNA's She loved listening fairytales She loved being part of some fairytales But she was late to realize that her own had started. The smile lost in technical gossip, had did it. The fingers brushing the hair of the dancing thoughts, had did it. "Everything is meant for a reason" "Each Person crossing your path has a place in your life" Philosophy did no good , rather then creating a fuss. The clock tricking 8:33 AM today Did it's...

The rains left me numb The winds came And shook me hard It said all of the words About that day, dated - 25.6.2016 Just in one go I was sitting with blank eyes And it gave me a reason to smile. Yes , that baggage wasn't eyes soaked. It was a day rejoicing When we were TALKING. Not about books in the bag, Chalk on the board. Not about how harry and Lynda broke-up. Not about how Mrs.d'souza funny accent ached our stomach. But about how mom knocked us out of our bed. But about what our belly digested in the breakfast But about how badly we wanted to talk but resisted. But about how badly we hated Mick and Dyna. But about how I enjoy his silly jokes, but still ask him to shut-up. But about how he enjoyed being called Lazy_Bird, Which I called him for no literal reasons. We talked about a SHE and a HE.

A common sky Underneath which, we both can be writers of a page You would be admiring the drifting and the dancing clouds You would be narrating the phrases of color changing clouds You would be tuning the sounds in woods but in words You would be sailing you thoughts with the help of the moving water by our side You would be adoring the rabbit, the deer And also may be the fear of a lion arriving .. You would be saying all of it in your speech And I would be penning them on the paper And I would be the means of connection Between you and the world And I would be the reason of senses That you would be sensing when you read your thoughts And we would be writers of a page. You would be scaling the heights of the trees, the height of the waterfall And may be also the words would be out About the wet land, wet grass and the wet fields You would be building our house high on the tree You would be naming our house under one surname And I would be setting all your word...