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How obvious yet unexpected
After endless separation
Eyes meet
And old sparks fly

How forgotten yet crystallized
In time our story
Of all paths
To cross, ours was destined today

How distant yet touchable
Those memories those feelings
Became, when
In your eyes I looked today

But when I tried to touch
All the lost chances
It became the same
A void, empty, a bond sans name

What's Love

What is love but a gift of times

It comes and along it grinds

All the suppressed joys

And opens all the hidden ways

What is love but a test sublime

It puts on trial all your guts

All that you fear and hold dear

Amidst all the fright it turns you braver

What is love but a mirror

To your truer self

That hitherto lay hidden mere

And harnesses your strength for sure

What is love but a memory

A picture, a trusted story

A climb, a fall into glory

Till it stays it touches all and sundry

Blind

He has been such a blind man                 
Just kept thinking about his wishes
Never for a moment he stopped
And thought that he's destroying
Her chances of having a future

He has been such concerned
About his dreams, cravings
Never for a moment he stopped
And realized that he can't return
A dream in reciprocation

He has been so stuck up
With his own thirst and longing
That he never understood that
In fulfilling that yearning
She will never fulfill her own

For whatever chance there be
Of her being happy truly
He must trample his wants
And see that she finds the hand
That can actually with her stand

Today, tomorrow, be truly by her side
Give her the warmth that she'll need
And not be away
But be a man to remain really with her
Give her his touch and remove her fear
 

And in doing so
He must suffice that
Her heart is not broken
And that the passing of her heart
Is welcome and sane

His suffering might then be endless
But atleast he can pass
With the pride of a lover
That he saved the soul and life
Of the woman who once loved her 

I'm Here Ma'

A mother's heart is said to be the most loving one, one that doesn't heed to any extenuating influence when it comes to loving her child. Noticing my deepest wounds and hurting, exactly as a mother is capable of, without me having shown any signs of it, she asked me what was worrying me. And that simply opened all gates inside me, crumbled the strong portrayal of my controlled self into bits and I simply began crying like a child. Went on for minutes together. I never felt like holding back. I cried and cried and cried. I let all my grief out right in her embrace. I felt her frail hand caressing me ceaselessly as I choked in my own tears.

When I raised my head, somewhat embarrassed, I saw her eyes completely red with tears too. I just said 'Ma I'm here Ma' I'm right within your safe hold.' I have never felt so secure anywhere than what I felt inside her embrace. Just didn't want to let go of her hold around me. Tell me another place where such serene comfort exists, nowhere, not one place.

But she had to go. She couldn't stay with me. She was there to see me. A part of me regretted having shown her what I made her see of me, weak, devastated, sad. I know it is impossible for a mother to live with the realization that I gave her about myself. But the thing about mothers is that they are quick in their assuring touch and strong in their blessing. I will never be able to adequately express the depths of consolation which I felt in her hug. It was time to go. As I walked her to the car waiting to drive her away, she asked me to let go of what was hurting me. And told me what she always says 'It will be alright. Ma is here'

I watched her being driven away. And missed her warmth instantly.

My Dear Beloved ,,

They say to find heaven I' ve to die                                        

But my heaven in your embrace and love doth lie

And if there be indeed a heaven beyond life and death

I seek it not since your love is my heaven before parting breathe