Love on sale

  Wake up you sleepy-ass. Turn on the geyser; take a steamy shower. Dress-up nicely in linen pants. Skim to the last page of newspaper as morning-coffee-slurp pumps a little life in you. There is an ad in a tiny space which says “Love’s on Sale”.   Rub your eyes a little for sure it’s…

How far away

Cool wind, smelling of eucalyptus and jasmine, blows as I observe in awe the craters on moon again. I am not lunatic; I have fair idea that I am not the only lonely lover doing this. Nor will I be the last. As long as there will be love on this planet, people will often…

On and on and on

  I’m tired when you come home smacking walls, take my hand, run my fingers upon you everywhere, and blossom layer by layer.   Take me with you on a journey to the hidden world inside your heart. Let me feel the widening cracks of your rigid interior, and smilingly cry at our helplessness.  …

Walk your fingers

I am hidden inside my skin. The one that you see laugh and goof is not real me. There are scars upon me, you’ll see only if you determine to see beyond my smooth skin. And the ones those you can’t, either they are far deeper than your reach or you are too ignorant to…

Theory of Soulmates

Sitting in a room lit only by the pale hue of a lamp in a corner, I twirl the glass of double malt whisky on the rocks. Mild clinking of ice-cubes soothes a little my heavy head which keeps on bobbling on its own weight. I look at the illuminating buildings outside my window as…

Deterioration

Funny, how temporal people enjoy their everlasting stay in our hearts, and feast endlessly on our sanity, because the more we dodge thinking about them, the more we think. True that human psyche is loaded with million complications. This one gets far more complicated when we try escaping nostalgia, and yet find ourselves tripping on very thoughts. What if she stayed, what if he missed that plane, would it be a little better? We don’t know, but we romanticize the idea of rosy possibilities.