Wednesday, August 17, 2011

No Man's Land-


I do not now write for me
neither are my stories carved
in the figures of a distant world
that is you.
I pen but for moments,
some moments, that spread
amid here to the crowded terrain
of future

I write to a meanwhile

To the day
where I shall find you
like a reclaimed lost home

And while then
we shall caress
our fulfilled destinies
and this slowly filled,
complimenting completness of
our togetherness.

I write for time in between
for the no mans land that lies
between a now and a then

For maybe till that time
my words shall act
as a future memory
to let us breathe and live

And bridge
the gaps inbetween
with love, hope, intimacy
and us.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

meandering

And while our moons are separated now.
I wish I could hold you in me
like I hold the memories of your voice, your face and togetherness.

And perhaps then
I shall not be alone
in the land of thousands.

Someday if you can
just erase yourself
into my words
and come here.

Just come here...