Thursday, February 21, 2013

A Confession

 It all began with an innocent play date with him.
Cups of coffee, sunsets at the beach, eating out together and long chat sessions kind of just happened over the years.
Time perhaps froze for those two young silhouettes walking barefoot and hand in hand on the wet sand in the foggy lights of that February crescent.
And I am glad that they did not exhaust all their talks before that warm goodbye hug.
For of course, coffee sounds very dull without you by my side now.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Lonely in the milieu

The jam packed six - eight lanes,
The buses almost bursting at their seams,
Yet another lac or so that crowds the metros
I stand amidst a huge milieu ...
Of seemingly empty hearts

Linking with Trifextra : Week Fifty-Five - For this weekend's challenge we're asking you to include some hyperbole in your piece.  It doesn't have to be the whole piece, but it needs to be in there, and we're looking for 33 words, as usual.