Love finds its way

There are times

when we clash.

Ablaze, we sleep.

The night grows

and the sleepy me

unknowingly tilts over 

to your side of bed

and snuggle by your side.

Like nothing had happened.

A sunshine ray.

Tomorrow starts with you.

Love finds its way.

Every single time.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Love

 And 'tis be our aim. 

Guided by faith, hope and love. 

And of these, my dear... 

Well, love stands at both the ends... 

the fount and the terminus. 

Linking with Ronovan Writes 

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Musings Of My Heart

 Oh! And I can imagine her.

 

Dressed in a checkered shirt and jeans.

Sitting on a black ergonomically designed chair,

with cushioned shamrock green seat,

her head buried in

some thick weather-beaten file,

with dusty and damaged cover,

and pages permanently curled up.

 

A heap of such voluminous folders

strategically arranged

in a red 10*8 office basket,

placed to her right for easy access.

 

Then there’s sheaf of papers stacked on her left,

which are to be dealt on priority.

Kind of to-do list for the day.

 

And somewhere on this little beige wooden platform,

that she likes to call her workstation,

she finds space to fit in

the sanitizer, the stationery holder

and her thermo-steel water bottle.

 

There are many windows open

on her desktop screen.

Clearly multi-tasking,

Finishing this, finalizing that,

getting many things done simultaneously.

 

Handling a phone-call with one hand,

replying to an e-mail with the other,

her face determined but soft,

her mind set on current reference.

 

The distinct rhythm of printer,

the ringing phones here and there,

the monotonous hum-drum of office,

 

and in between all of this,

I cross her thoughts.

Randomly.

Just like that.

You know…

May be.

Just like that

 And just like that. 

I babble deep into the night.

And you caress me,

touching my soul, 

without touching me.

You don't hear me speak.

You listen.

To the spoken, and,

to the silent

sonics of my heart.

You listen.

Not to answer.

But to understand.

Just like that.

You indulge me

into being myself.

Just like that

you walk through the mesh

of arteries and veins

and settle in some auricle.

Mayhaps ventricle.

Oh, it doesn't matter!

As long as you are there for me.

In my heart! 

Welfare unto all

Rab Rakha

Impromptu

Just like that, you walk into my life.

Chance meeting.

And you decide to stay back.

For a little while.

And then extending your stay.

And just like that I pick up my pen.

Impromptu scribblings about us.

Gradually becoming a book of poems.

Like our eternal echoes.

Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt #258- Impromptu

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha

Come let me hold you

 

Bliss

Sweet bliss, 

beneath the surface of night, 

and then, 

hushed, hasty unveiling

of the rosy dawn.

Ah! The reminisces.

Linking with Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Dream #writephoto

I looked at the prompt picture and was instantly reminded of the timeless number 'Dekha ek khwaab'.

After toying with the idea and words... I came up with my translation of the spellbinding musical inspiration.

And as far as I can see,
the mesmerizing spread of
blooming lavender flowerbeds,
'twixt us.
Such an overwhelming,
stunning,
and engulfing,
array of emotions.
Such rash of events.
And all because of one dream.
One beautiful, wondrous reverie.
Life, with you in it.

Linking with #writephoto at Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

This week's prompt - dream

The glint of love

Love, like shards of glass, 
with inhibitions, broken, 
gleaming in the light.

Linking with RonovanWrites 

Bluntly romantic

It’s as simple as that.
I love you.
With every iota of breath
that I have.

That I heart
all your smiles
and all your flaws.
That you are
perfect
in all your imperfections.

Forgive me,
I know no poetry,
to say this
any more artistically.

Linking with 

This is just to say

The secrets floating
in your
deep hazel eyes
speaking silently

and urge
to unravel stories,
slowly
translating them

Forgive me
I fell headlong,
completely enamored,
totally consumed .

Linking with 

Susurrations of love

The evening hangs on branches.
Dusk. Dust. Quietude.
Rustling of leaves.
Whispers of yesterdays.
Beautiful slideshow.

Long time!
And I yearn to steal,
from the scrapbook of life,
pages, where we had inked
our togetherness.

Forgive me, I hear your voice,
and forget to breathe.
The susurrations of syllables,
leave sultry goosebumps, on my soul.
Still. After all this while. Everytime. Always.

Linking with 

Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

This is us !!!

The chaos outside, that cacophonous milieu,

with the typical incessant, inharmonious chatter.

And then I hear you speak,

rich, sonorous syllables,

in a rich, sonorous tone.

And suddenly all voices fade,

noises recede to the backgrounds,

becoming unnecessary and irrelevant.

The echo of your words,

ringing till long after

in the deepest corners of my heart,

like a calming rein on the wayfaring mind.

This is us.

You and me, winding down in each other’s company,

finding our own sense of calm in being together.

Our hearts, those perfect zen corners,

crafted with passion and

embellished with vivacious love chimes.

Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 words : Calm








Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗