For Him

I see him everyday

Talk to him deep into the night.

His shoulders strong and broad 

I wonder how they would feel

As I reach upto him for a kiss.

I wonder how he would smell

As I melt into him- my body fitting right into his.

I wonder if it would set us afire,

My moist bare skin on his.

This man that I see everyday,

That I so yearn to kiss.

I wonder if his sinewy arms are also gentle 

As he draws me to him so close.

This man who bedazzles me, who seduces me,

This man who I long for, the most.

I wonder if when we meet,

Our bodies will yearn for each other,

Get so entangled in one another,

That I would barely know,

Where I end and he begins.

I want to feel his warm breath on my neck

As he wraps his arms around me from behind.

And gently lifts and carries me to bed

Where we lie for hours intertwined.

I wonder if his lips that I have traced so often with my fingers

Are as soft and captivating as I imagine them to be.

I wonder if his smile is truly as charming as it seems,

If his eyes are as calm, if his eyes are as serene. 

I wonder if he yearns for me as much as I

I wonder if this longing will last,

As the days go by.

This longing for this man that I see everyday

This man that I talk to, deep into the night.

the Moon

That spell-binding, glowing orb in the velvety sky,

Go look for it now, lest it be gone too soon.

It brings back memories of you, of me, of us,

That magnificent thing that they call the Moon.

Why it doesn't pay to frown

Echoes of good times and bad,
Thoughts beautiful and disturbing,
Visages of people that fade in and out,
Memories that plunge you into pensive reflections,
Life is filled with all of these and many more.
All that I am certain of is my existence this very moment
Everyone has their share of burdens to carry
And bitter battles to fight,
Every breath I take in shouts out
That all that matters is how I feel in this precious moment,
Why then should I weigh down this moment with sorrow?
Every moment that passes by is lost forever,
It is a sin to not live it with a smile on your lips,
Joy in your heart and a skip in your step.

The field of broken dreams

A million pieces of my reflection gaze back at me,
With unsettling looks,
Hinting at unanswered questions.
The glint of unfulfilled wishes
Is too harsh to ignore,
As I walk through the field of broken dreams.
The pieces are spread far and wide,
Sometimes I pick up a piece or two.
They are reminiscent of times and people
That were and are perhaps still dear to me.
I drop these fragments of my memories
Can't take these shards of glass back with me.
The energy to rekindle those desires, those times
Has long evaporated.
The urge to put the fragments back together
I bury deep in the crevices of my mind,
As I walk through the field of broken dreams.

To the most amazing guy I will ever know

They say loving someone and not expressing it, is like wrapping a gift but not giving it. So consider this fair warning and brace yourself for the onslaught…

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I love that you are one of the kindest persons I have ever known

I love that you stick to your principles no matter how tough it can get

I love how honest and sincere you are when engaging with others

I love that you are the most courageous person I will ever know

I love the way you work selflessly and tirelessly for the good of this land

I love that you have fought wars, seen the worst things one could possibly see and are yet so optimistic about everything around you  

I love that you work so hard and are so very passionate about everything you do

I love that you are caring and genuinely concerned about the people around you

I love that you rarely lose your temper (all instances of you cussing have been erased from my memory – you are American after all!)

I love the way you smile your dashing smile – it makes me crazy (not as crazy as Shah Rukh Khan’s smile drives me, but it drives me crazy nevertheless)

I love that you keep your word (well, most of the times that you manage to)

I love that you love spicy Indian food (I can’t fathom how or why you love it, but I do love that you do)

I love that you have Italian roots (what’s not to love about smokin hot American-Italian guys ;-))

I love that you like the colors red, blue and white (here’s a secret: they are my favorite too)

I love the way you kiss me (or atleast used to) when I least expect it

I love that you love having eggs for breakfast (if you remember, I once told you that I love them too)

I love the way you bite into a green chilli and call it as sweet as vanilla ice-cream

I love the way a smile is starting to play across your lips as you read this childish rant of mine

I love that you are brilliant, intelligent and extraordinary yet so simple, humble and unassuming

I love that you are like the sun – radiating warmth, hope and happiness

I love that you make me want to be a better person

I love how you’ve brought so much joy into my life just by being the way you are

I love you - thank you for being you.

Round and round we go

Round and round we go
With the faces we hide
With the faces we show.
With memories of pain
With memories of bliss
Cherishing the opportunities taken
Regretting those missed.
Round and round we go
With the faces we hide
And the faces we show.

Silence is not always golden

Silence is a beautiful thing.
It speaks volumes,
it gives voice to the unsaid.
And bridges the space between
two individuals gracefully.
But sometimes there are words
that have to be spoken,
Spoken sooner than later.
Words that fill up the void
More beautifully than silence ever can.
Sometimes you have to
give words a chance.
For silence is not always golden.