A MIDNIGHT DREAM...

As the blue night falls,
I wait for you,
As you tiptoe into my room,
And slowly sit by my side,
you look into my eyes,
And softly keep your hands on mine,
I bury my face in your chest,
And you softly kiss my forehead,
Your touch takes away,
All the pain the world has given me,
You caress my hair,
And whisper into my ears,
Your breath takes away,
All my loneliness,
You take the rolling drop of my tear,
On your fingertips,
And touch my eyes with your lips,
The warmth of your arms around me,
Take all the worldly agony,
In my dreams you are mine forever,
But in my life, you are just a midnight dream.

I MISS YOU....

Often in the cold dark moments
I sit all alone,
Wearing the warmth of your thoughts
Closing my eyes and
Wrapping my hands around myself.
Though you are with me no more,
But I still feel you,
In the silence of these moments.

Even though we are apart,
Yet you survive within me.
In my mind and soul,
In every drop of tear that flows
In every beat of my heart,
In every deep sigh that comes within me.

The tears dry as the moments tick by,
But the pain does not die.
And the wound still survives,
A waiting heart still calls your name
A dying soul still cries.
"Come back...I MISS YOU".

IN THE FIRST RAINS..........

That was an evening of the first rains;
I was walking along the long hazy road
by your side
My fingers tangled with yours,
My head on your shoulder,
your lips caressing my hair.
The red shawl wrapped around both us
barely preventing us from getting drenched
Your body pressed against mine, all wet
yet the warmth of your body
fighting against the cruel monsoon winds
to defend me from its gelidity;
As fought the prince, from the old fairy tale
against the cruel witch,
to protect the princess
The showers of bliss pouring from above
as if trying to quench the fire
of our burning heart
But still it could not stop your wet lips
from touching mine
for the first time
Oh! what a moment of ecstasy it was!
when our lips locked each other.

That first touch of your lips
in that evening of the first rains
is the last reminiscence of our togetherness.