Just the 2 of Us!

11 05 2011

 

The Grass Bed

Holding hands as tight as I could

As we walk on a road less traveled

The long silence and the long conversation

In a place sans gadgets and technology

Cuddling warmth of our proximity

And all the heat it generates in a breezy winter

I argue as hard as I do, yet it ends up as a mere discussion

Because its you who is listening

The gentle kiss on the forehead

As my face rests on your hands

Blazing streaks of campfire heading sky-high

And rustling leaves heaped on our grass bed

I hold you tight and bury my head onto your chest

As your tender hands cover me from behind

There is no tomorrow

There is no today

There is just this moment that we spend

This wonderful day that repeats itself a lifetime!

It doesn’t matter if the world comes to an end

I have lived…With You

Morning dreams, they say, come true!





Dreams Untold

9 05 2010

A bud Of Indian Middle Class origin

Born with a weak left leg

When hiring an auto was a luxury

I wanted to grow up

To become an auto-driver

To escape the pain of walking

Court scenes in movies enticed me

A good orator at school & an arguer at home

Remarked ‘Highly talkative’ on my progress card

I wanted to grow up

To become a Lawyer

Media and Latest happenings enthralled me

Proofreading the front page of the newspaper

Within the closed doors of a room

I wanted to grow up

To become a journalist

Out of a clear chance & a vague choice

It was time to graduate as an engineer

I dreamt of  a Management degree

With all the entrances I wrote

I converted a call

The deadline to pay the whopping fee was a mere week

I dreamt to study after I work

As I started working

Running into different profiles

I dreamt to become a Business Executive

Albeit successful at whatever I did at each stage

I realize that I have grown up already

And now I get nightmares, not dreams 🙂

I am sure the sunny days will be back

I wouldn’t just dream ‘it’

I would discover & pursue ‘it’

All ways are not closed

With a whole life to accomplish

I can feel the sound of a door, opening.