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


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...