Sunday, September 15, 2013

Or Stay Here

Let’s go back to the point
Where dreams seemed more real
Than reality itself
Or stay here,
Where reality is full of dreams

Let’s go back to the point
Where we imagined a garden
Complete with fragrance of flowers
Or stay here,
Where the soil is also

Let’s go back to the point
Where we wanted to grow up faster
Than the speed of light
Or stay here,
Where childhood seems like

Thursday, September 05, 2013


The rhythm was easy, enticing, and if possible, also sensual. The music caressed her arms just inches below from where he held her. They moved gracefully. As if they had been practicing for years; as if the moment had been painstakingly choreographed. They stopped for a fraction of a second and looked into each other’s eyes. They gazed into each other’s eyes as if trying their best to see what the future held. They returned to the motion as gracefully as they had stopped. Like they had never stopped. He looked down. The gaze broke. And the music stopped.