Saturday, August 27, 2011

Silent Conversations

After what felt like eons, he finally held her hand. Gently at first, just the tip of his fingers caressing her fingers. Gradually, with every puff of his cigarette, his hold on her hand became more assured. And they sat like that, for what seemed like hours... 

She wished the evening would never end. To sit under the shade of a benevolent tree, letting their coffee go cold, and rain gently cascading from the leaves of the tree... Saying nothing, doing nothing. A beautiful, unbroken silence. As if the silence passed on a secret understanding between them. And they sat like that, holding hands, each afraid to let go. He wondered what she was thinking. That sublime, unfathomable pleasantness, which spread in his heart,did she feel it too? And all this while, she tried to read his eyes, read his heart. She saw a deep happiness there... and something else she could not understand. 

And still it rained, and they sat where they were, cocooned in their world of unsurity and delight, of  silent conversations and a feeling of nothingness...

Sunday, August 14, 2011

The Perfect Senseless Poem

Corrupted expectations
futile, wrong
I can see the end - or can I?
for I still can't stop

Morbidity shadows me
and I follow melancholy
or is it the other way around?

not just a cup of coffee you label too bitter
another spoon of sugar
how much is too little?

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