Waking up with you

I want to wake up in your arms, dreaming.
and go Bungy Jumping with our fingers, intertwined
Go dive the sky with my arms around your body
making out in the vastness of the amber blue sky
'hippi'fy my belongings
and life to bare minimum, to be with you, fully alive
unbasked, untied and unwarranted

Buy not a house, but make home with treehouse in the woods of amazon
or banks of the nile or
our own ganges,
dipping in the chants of love
embracing the holy vibes of our communion: sacrosanct as I see it

with you, the materials are thin air
with you, my soul gets ripe
with every stroke your fingers make to side of my face
with every kiss you plant on the folding of my eyes
with every soothing shhh you do , when arguments ablaze
with locking of our eyes, each time, letting hours just pass by
waking up with you, and dreams by my side

the tales of mumbai

Sleeping faces or the smiling ones,
Busy texting or the talking ones
Talking Stocks or Chants of bhajans!
loneliness amongst the many or the completeness standing lone by the pole
In pursuit of finding life purpose or finding life in the everyday living

life travels in a Mumbai local,
creating stories, all along.

Strangers in the night

Strangers in the Night, exchanging glances
wondering in the night, what were the chances

I had met him a few days back, on the pedestal of life I didnt intend to walk on,
lets say, I was just strolling there, Alone, in thoughts of the distant past, In aspiration..uum well honestly no aspiration whatsoever.
so the pedestal was pretty much an open space, where you were perhaps not expected to be you, but you still had the choice.
I made the choice, I was me. 

anyway, I had met him there.
Strangely, it began on a note incomprehensible to me in the start. It looked cliche'd, passse.To this date, i don't know why i answered that question, But I did.

This led to talk and more talk
Chats and night talks
Meaning back in life,
Talks of Aspiration
People who motivate
Eroded emotions of Past
Sweet rumblings
flirtatious humming
the crackling laughs, the giggles and the smiles
The optimistic surrounds and the powerful conversations

the wait for more.

Sharing of the Dreams, Travelogues and Stories,
Readings of the Past, The Mundane and Newness of the Present

what were the chances, of 'a connect so strange'

It turned out so right, for strangers in the night!

So much Contrast, yet so much Romance

The hopeless romantic tale of meeting this guy, whom she never thought she'd fall for!
Lively n bubbly, she was off hoping the roads, delving in love for emotions, nd moments...and strangely in the mayanagri she meets this guy, who seems off the romantic hook, in a world of theories. Let's call him theory fuser, because that's what she named him.

Both met,and travelled the roads together, one looking for people another looking at the person.

There was aspark, an instant one perhaps. Yes spark, in waiting to see who turns up, The spark in roaming the land of thieves(chor bazaar as we fondly call it), sparkin the narrow bylanes and a spark in holding hands, by sheer coincidence!

Then they parted, few passed moments, few words exchanged and they met. She was eager,Perhaps even he was.

That day the  moon had a charm, not seen by the two of them in a longtime or may be they never noticed. By the sea, they spoke about life! Life was passion for one and passion was, well, investment for the other

Too much Contrast, yes. Anyhow, they somehow managed. Pretty well.

They parted, she dint want to, maybe even he didn't.

Again, moments went by, words they exchanged.

The urge grew,to meet of course.
And they met, yet again under the moonlit sky, with reflection in the sea and their reflection in the other’s eyes!

Something happened that day between the day.  Something had already started to happen to her. May be to him too. But together, Something was happening to both of them, together.

That's where thestory ends and
yes, they started.

Everyday

Everyday she would check her whatsapp for his messages, lesser and lesser they were getting as the days passed.
not that she wanted to be bothered by it, but it did was concerned.
Every day would harden her more,
everyday would make her believe lesser and lesser in the power of 'something she culdnt decipher'
Every passing day was a wait, for reasons unknown.

Social love, was it just. 

​She did question herself time and again, why the inclination so strong.. She had no answers.
She would fight the feeling everyday, She restricted her desire to ask everyday.

​It was strengthening her too, somehow, or so she believed.​