Autobiography part 1

There is not a single day..that I do not think about you...not even a single moment...it all comes back...the smiles..laughters..kisses...as if nothing has changed..everything is in its place..
Except you are not there anymore...
That elegant smile has been replaced by a strange coarse silence! The innocent eyes are now busy looking somewhere else...someone's else's reflection in your eyes...

Memories please let me sleep

Today again..I am feeling restless..again that same old feeling...feeling of an emptiness taking over my mind....again...at this midnight...when most of the city sleeps...careless winds sweeps down the tall...the flickering light in front of the apartment parkway looks freaky....

I am again spending another restless night in open air...there is a strange calm...night watchman's gentle stroll in the park...

There I can see, us....somewhere...still in the sunset..hand in hand...just like the promises made...I am hallucinating....let me sleep...memories please let me sleep.

You would remember me

When you will look back to this mail..after a long time from now...you would think about me..probably for a fraction of a second...you would know...that I was there..

Waiting for your call...running up and down on the broken terrace with mobile clutched on my numb hand...

Probably unknowingly you might smile, might even try remembering my name...you will try to sketch my face...lost in a crowd...probably you would remember the promises made...the dreams shared...the smiles exchanged.

Probably, that would be the only time, you would remember me.

--From my personal archives

The simplest things in life are best

Last few weeks has been pretty interesting…I have seen almost everything…different emotions…feeling of despair…agony…Followed by patches of happiness…unexpected joys…nixed with little apprehensions…almost every available emotions present in human dictionary…

After all these…roller coaster rides…I think still have the zeal to live it for a better tomorrow…just like the good old days…Just trying to keep it simple…

Remembered a old poem from the great Ruskin bond…sharing it..hoping it would touch your heart..in someway…

The simplest things in life are best-
A patch of green,
A small bird’s nest,
A drink of water, fresh and cold,
The taste of bread,
A song of old;
These are the things that matter most.
The laughter of a child,
A favorite book,
Flowers growing wild,
A cricket singing in a shady nook.
A ball that bounces high!
A summer shower,
A rainbow in the sky,
The touch of a loving hand,
And time to rest-
These simple things in life are best.

Walking again

Just when I thought..I have nothing to expect from life..after all these lonely nights...sitting on staircases...waiting...some calls just never come...


Just saw an angel...when she touches...I forget my pain...when she talks..its like spring time in downtown Bangalore...sheer bliss...

Looks like my forgotten dreams are coming back...
I can smell those lovely jasmines again...silent night is intoxicating...I can again feel that same old rush..same old feeling long lost...

I have started walking again...

Loneliness within me

The loneliness within me
Takes a heavy toll
'Cause it burns as slow as whiskey through an empty aching soul
And the night is like a dagger
Long and cold and sharp
As I sit here on the front steps
Blowing smoke rings in the dark

Wish you were here

Waited for you in the train station...with the rain pouring down...got drenched....but held on to the memories..not to leave....I have a fair share of love..smile and joys in it...No way I can let it go so easily..

You never came...never answered my frantic calls..never to reply me back...just faded into the shadowy monsoon rain.

I just wanted to tell you, that I miss you badly.-
"Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near, I wish I could touch your face."