Film

The picture,
on my wall, an old memory,
the walls of my mind,
painted in pink,
wallpapered with daisies,
and the image is so clear,
as if a film of the finest grain,
unwound, directly in the sun,
the negatives, overexposed,
turned into nothing,
but a sheet of celluloid,
I watch it rewind

Chotu

She sat there watching,
THe vibrant colours,
before her, vividly spread,
painted constantly,
smiled,
a sweet child,
In a blue denim,
she wore a pink tee,
turning around to smile,
to look at you with astonished eyes.
When you call out to her,
They would knock gently on her head,
I would pull her pony tail,
she would just smile,
a friend,
a rare woman,
you are,
and i can hear your tears roll,
each time you cry inside,
you are someone's world maybe ,
but a friend of mine.

My Passion>Our company

To Sireesha

This is dedicated to a name i know (Sireesha)
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like the warm whistle of leaves,
on some clouded noon,
silent and gentle,
like beautiful silk

your name, enchanting me,
like the woods, calling,
i don't know who,
but the soul floats, to the calling

Search

Find me, as you did,
again, now I’m lost in your thoughts,
then it was the world,
you could search,
anywhere is where you can see,
you shall not find me,
look into your eyes,
stare at them,
you will find me, a part of me,lost there,
search your heart, the rest exists there,

Bleed you

I burn,
in an endless flame,
of the flame of your love,
longing to touch you,
feel you in my arms,
but I refrain from touching you,
for I fear the desire chained in me,
like a demon, that could consume you,
and burn you in its fire,
for if i touch,
i shall bleed,
bleed you from every pore of me,
and the desire in me shall have no end,
and I shall be a slave to it,
for you are the woman I love..