Turnings that make Circles.

DESIRE A lover knows only humility, he has no choice. He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice. He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret, he has no choice. In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice. A lover asked his beloved:- Do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved replied: I have died to myself and I live for you. I've disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present only for you. I've forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you I've become a scholar. I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able. I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself. I am your lover, come to my side, I will open the gate to your love. Come settle with me, let us be neighbours to the stars. You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love. Even so, you have always been connected to me. Concealed, revealed, in the unknown, in the un-manifest. I a...

Sitting there on the window sill, in the cold, watching the Winter grey turn into a Misty black, as time drifted away. Slow wind blows, shaking her hair from the temples. Gradually, the wind grows faster, you watch the shifting of the mist and the setting in of the Columbus clouds, time evading. Her hair pinned into a bun, opened against the force of the wind. The silky threads fall onto her face, kissing the sides of her neck. He, sitting next to her, holds her face, capturing all the strands of her hair and pushing them away from her face. Gazing for eternity into her eyes, his eyes smile back. The radiance of his eyes, temporarily at first, and then permanently blinds her. She falls into his light. She has been falling into his light, ever since. Her eyes shine too, only it is a reflection of the original incandescence. Her pupils constrict, as the light sets in, she blinks. The warmth of his hands, the glow of his eyes gone; the hair plunging back onto her face. In disbelief, she b...

4.10 Am. I have slept all evening, yes with chemicals. How lonely can one get in their loneliness? I'm fine. Thank you very much. Nothing Left To Say.

It has changed to nothingness. Devotion to somethings, that aren't even yours. Valiantly striving for something that is unattainable. For some peace, please? Missing the river's old path, that used to flow from here. Spreading the sweet musky fragrance of the wet soil, furiously filling her nostrils. The calm and slow wind, merely brushed her face, allowing a crazed smirk. She watched the children play near the river. Vibrant smiles pasted on their face, hands fluttering in all directions, while playing, ankh mai chooli , the blind man's buff, stumbling on the rocks, scraping their knees till they bled. They all used to be there. She felt real. The river dried. Evaporated particles moving astray, finding a new place to get condensed. A new river path. Her life, changed.

When you think your falling. Falling deeper into an abyss, an incessant cavity. When do you hit the ground? Do you keep falling?

When I'm back home (parents), I feel familiarity but no possession. I feel the same here ( her married house). I haven't slept a single day and woken to a time stood old room, where I'd even know what the leaves look like on the trees outside.I feel so out of place . This is what she said to me, after sometime being here and spending sometime being there. Your the other two sisters feel exactly the same. They don't know where to feel belonged. One wants to leave this place, this war zone and go back to where she has been for the past four years. She terms it " a vacation that i think will end, but it won't" And me? If I tell you, that I want to runaway, would you believe me? That I am ready to get packed in a suitcase, away from here, away from this, away from you. Though, I don't see you more than four times a year, that too coincidentally, doesn't mean that I don't know that you exist within the same parameters of this city. This lonesome, W...