as crow flies.. morning chirps in my ears music that belong to you... I open my eyes to inhale .. And I feel you with my eyelashes my void yawns .. stretches arms I hold myself in your arms listen to your soft whispers I climb that cloud to chart unknown territories I...

wall. walls when created leave nothing undone mortar, bricks, stones, wood, steel, iron never fall short of anything that can disrupt the vision first the foundation filled with stones of trust and then as the heavens too wanted it skies opened in full force more of...

silent waves. sitting on a bench underneath banyan of life you speak for me to hear I listen for I need to walk awhile along the shore of silent waves ocean is abuzz with an approaching tide we ride a ship on silent calm waters we hold hands for time spent cherished...

Dialect. I feel your presence inside my being my heart reach out to you my soul sits by yours holding hands ,singing songs I am shaken by the urge to jump this fence to mingle with the cows grazing under warm sun I witness myself turning into liquid And run through my...

dream from a box I tended to some dreams with these hands swollen with might I opened a box that was just lying around for so long I did not know box embedded with brass nails it moved sometimes a few inches on its own then settled nestled again in its hinges it tried...

whispers. one sweet little whisper one loud clear murmur a puddle filled with rain water four feet tapping to their own music strings of hearts tuned just right eyes filled with wonder all around evenings arrive to hold hands together mornings blossom with white...

I do. every night when I close my eyes put my first foot on the road to dreamland I cover the nib of my pen lest the ink might get dry I fold the left over paper of the day in clean four folds and slip it under my pillow I need to switch off myself to let the night...

we are.. we stood facing each other reaching out with eyes filled to the brim vistas of contentment I forgot if I had any arms I picked up my hands with the back of my palm I brushed your contours I felt you melting with my touch I rose in a heap myself our vapours...

emotions. one more silent uproar of emotions one more thread of words fall in place it weaves a web around the river it throws a net into its waters it calls out to all the lovely creatures it refuses to listen to reason it smiles at behest of stolen glances it tears...

Save it. hold my hand take me aboard this evening once again has decided not to be merciful it devoured the day and is heading now with cold feet on a tight rope singing with rhythms of long roads that were laid down even before any of us had seen this world eyes I...