A simple act of coming home on time….

Sometimes I just come home on time for a change… and not change… not open the windows…. Not do anything…. The house is silent around… like still relishing its late afternoon nap….

Grey squares of my windows turn black as it gets dark outside… and I don’t switch the lights on…. Silence seeps even deeper with darkness. Or I imagine so?! I do not talk… or think… else the thoughts might stir my precious silence… I only sit n stare at the darkness…. In its depths is peace, painless, numb, cold peace… ruthless and speechless peace…

Enwrapped in thick, intoxicating, heavy silence I fall to sleep….

Then my dreams get more real than the reality itself… colors come to life…. Voids become complete… wrinkles smoothen out… tangles resolve themselves…. All the knots undone…. Sleep is that easy flowing kingdom that halts on the way to another fresh new day….

Then there is real light… real colors… real smells and sounds…. just as real and as dreamlike as I want!

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My Last Gift to You…

I know, its all sad and badly rhymed….and it was written a long ago and forgotten (dumped actually).  Now that I read this, the innocence struck me more than the horrible rhyme… amuse yourself!

Love wasn’t about a bunch of lilies and a rose…

It was about being strong when you were morose…

It was okay sometimes if you didn’t say I love you,

It was about smiling, loving you every day anew…

Love was silly sometimes, drenched in the rain…

Its every moment was worth a life and yet in vain….

Love loved us both, added sparkle to our eyes…

I nodded seriously, never laughed at your lies…

It was still okay that you never sent me flowers..

I often left some roses in your bedside drawers…

I shed tears for silly reason, just because you cried…

If you smiled charmingly, there my heart beat died….

It’s okay if you fight, if you hurt me deep deep down…

But without telling me don’t you ever go out of town…

Love isn’t about being answerable, losing your freedom…

But you could accept me simply as a part of your kingdom….

For some reason spring is replaced with cold biting winters…

I think I have collected most of my hearts broken splinters…

Some pieces are missing in here; they are my last gift to you…

Patch up your heart with those, those pieces are true to you….