Love at First Sight!


Do these things happen still? In these days of instant gratification, does it really happen or matter? Between instantly replying on Whatsapp’s and swiping left, right, center (yeah, those super likes you know) and we feel that is best is always out there and FOMO is a thing (Fear Of Missing Out — for those who don’t know about it).

But this particular girl is different, she is a reader, she has some random novel on her lap but her mobile phone is buzzing all the time indicating its an interesting Whatsapp conversation at the end of that screen. She seems well prepared and well traveled as she pulled out a sweater already.

This seems surreal and the railway station speakers just chirped up to tell me that they are going to announce the arrival of the train now. Will this Vinnaithandi Varuvaya romance end soon? Should I be wishing the train to be delayed further?

I should have shaved, damn. I should have. Anyways. She looks good on that tshirt, but I am sure she will be mind-blowing in a silk saree too, she can easily pull it off. I can see it. I wonder what she is reading?

Well, she has a dell laptop bag and the book has something like an 8 on it (oddly shaped though). And now she is gone. Maybe the story ends here, maybe not.

But, I have already imagined seeing her beautiful smile; over and over again during our million coffee conversations (I am sure she likes coffee, or its kinda deal-breaker; but wait, I like brewed tea too)…

Until we see each other next time, remember Karmali railway station, 10th September 2016, Platform no. 1, coach position 1

Vanilla

You smelt good,
Sometimes like vanilla,
Sometimes like jasmine;
Jasmine, I love jasmine.

There are parts of us,
Very Vanilla like;
But when we get down to 
Doing it, It’s not Vanilla at all…

Inked conversations…

Once you ink yourself
There is no is going back;
Same as once you make
The first touch, every day;
Touches to the kisses,
Kisses to the warm naked hugs,
When we make love,
It’s our tattoos does
All the talking, Ink on ink,
They have their own kinks…

Strangers

And do keep in touch, don’t be a stranger…” She said
You are being one…” I said.
Then she flew; far far away
Leaving so many conversations
Which never started.
The next time we met,
Our hands touched,
Our fingers talked,
Conversations and lust took over
The contours of each other’s
Unknown territories leaving 
No strangers behind…

Love that liberates ❤

When I think of You;
I see you flying high
And far, chasing dreams
That will weave a better
Tomorrow for us.

When I think of You;
I see you rising and
Liberated, going to places
And exploring life.

When I think of You;
I see you, coming back
Home to me and 
Liberating each other…

This one is for Maya Angelou ❤ — https://youtu.be/cbecKv2xR14

Standstill…

I was standing still
And time was passing by,
At a lightning speed;
I wanted to grab it
And ask, “What’s the hurry?
Time might say,
The show must go on…
But I didn’t,
I was standing still
And time was passing by…

Fleeting romance…

With that glorious smile 
And Luscious hair
You came from the city of Angels.
From the very first moment 
I knew; words were your thing.
Puzzles and handwritten notes
Will make their way to you soon.
As our conversations grew
All I wanted was our fleeting romance
To last one more day…

Blacks and Whites

Just like black lines
On white paper
It was clear to me.
While I doodled
My way into the night,
I realised; You bring 
As much mindfulness 
As an Adult colouring book
Brings to my life…

Across the room…

Seeing you, across the room;
Had been by chance and 
Now by choice. 
That day, when I sat behind you,
You had the most adorable pleat,
It was like a poetry in black. 
Today; today was perfectness
As perfect as that silk on you, 
As flawless as anyone can be
With that slit at the right place 
In right size…