Cold

Don’t know why I am feeling so cold…so lone..as I had felt last September….I don’t want to be numb as always…quite and suffering with the pain…No, I don’t want to give pain to others because they don’t deserve it…the most beautiful people in the world..they can’t tolerate it…

Some days can be boring like this…Sweety must be chatting with her friends…as always..or facebooking…but I am here typing don’t know why I opt for this…writing…..Seems like …I am so habituated to my colleagues…to chat and laugh unnecessarily…backbite about Sweety, and a lot of girly gossips….but what if Sweety bans..it here at office.

I prefer imagination to reality. Coleridge has well said “Reality is dark dream”….Yes.. it is a dark dream…I don’t want to dream a dark dream…really it hurts to know..it hurts to realize which I don’t want to..
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Fever : Your Love

My Hanged head !!!

With Fever….

High Temperature

I feel heat….

Your Love : “A sweet fever indeed”

My freezed feelings

Melting with the heat…..

I feel it….

Your love : “A sweet fever indeed ”

While we held….”Talk”…

On a cup of coffee….

My heart starts thumping…

Swift in flow….

To and fro…Inside me….

In the veins….

…………You………

I feel heat….

My freezed…feeling…

Melting…Melting…

Your Love : “A sweet fever indeed”

Missing !!!!

Desperateness kills me……

Inside….

Something is missing….

Within me…..

Soul I have….mine

But Yours….

Its missing…..

Vacant mind….demands….

Demands!!!

The thoughts of you…

This desperateness……… Continue reading

Drops that Fell

Finally rain touched my inner soul today. The coolness that I wanted to feel has touched the inner part of me…My heart beat fast and fast with the drops that were falling from sky and were wetting me while I was driving. That was gifted I think and is gifted because I LOVE RAIN…and I do love it ardently. The coolness creates a kind of passion in me which turns out to heat my body touching the innermost part of what I call soul is.

The touch of the rain drops like the touch of ………….. The one whom I gave my heart, the one who belongs to me…whose soul is overlapped in mines….”The Invisible”

Every time the sense of romantica, feeling of passion with bloods that flow through my veins strikes my heart to beat fast and fast. Lets me breathe the fresh air that rain brings with it but with the each breathe I breathe, the feeling haunts me because the fresh air is making my heart beat and making the soul alive which reminds me of the one closer so much closer to the soul.

It creates passion within me. Like today..while the rain fell while I was driving…I was enjoying the tiny water droplets that fell in my face, my hands and my clothes…The very moment I feel cold entering through my clothes..touching my body and likewise it was slowly slowly entering my soul…“soul” where there lies a passion, a feeling so sacred that is preserved for sure…for the one who is invisible to me. With whom I am totally unknown and with whom I am totally known. Whose presence aware me and whose presence let me forget. This happens occasionally that I encounter with that part of “soul” my soul, I encounter with myself…Where the invisible lies…

“The invisible” that’s me !!!. True part whom I know and whom I don’t know.

Thus, the rain reminds me of that “self” who is awakened only with the freshness and coolness that touches my soul, and makes it fresh. As if I was sleeping and I have been just awakened with those little dew drops that slowly enter my soul every time it falls. Everytime with the same freshness and with the same vitality awakening the invisible in me!! That is guiding me and telling about me who I am after all, and what is that I aspire for and doing everything.

So, I am desperate for rain as always…it creates a passion in me and it energizes me everytime it wets earth…and likewise it wets my soul….

If Its called love…

Here I preserve the soul, that you called “yours”

Preserving it every moment

Making it mine every second….

With the beat of this heart…

With the breathe I breathe…

Deeply making it mine….

Deeply making it mine….

Only mine!!!!

The thing that you called yours…

Your soul..

Batteling with myself…!!!

I am preserving the thing thats “yours”..

Our souls that are bounded…with the feelings we feel

If its called Love….

If it is only love that binds us…

It is the force that makes me preserve you…

Your Soul…deep deep deep

Inside me…

Making the souls together…

Making the souls deeper…

Far we may be ……….

Its  Love….dear…that makes “US”

“US” that is we are together…eternally…

If its ever called love….

Then I am surely in love….eternally…

Preserving the soul that is “yours”

ETERNALLY !!!!!

Beat..

Its beating harderIts ……

Thumping faster

Whats new Whats new

A new Dream

I dreamt!!!!

Whatever…Whatever

I felt

Whatever…Whatever

Listening the winds blowing

The feelings that are flowing…

In the veins

Along with the blood and breathe…

Making me feel the intensity of pain…

Flowing

With these emotions till today..

The eyes…

The arms

Farewell to them

The warmth and all….

Let it beat..

Harder or even harder

Let it bleed

Let it beat..

Unmoving Feets

Heart beats faster but feets are not moving

Eyes are seeing the crystal-clear view

But I am trying to close them

No, I have completely closed them

Impassive I am, desperate I am becoming

Emotional falsity I am facing

Feets are not bounded either

But they are not moving

Heart!!

Heart!!!

Poor Heart beats faster!!!!

Faster than anything,enough to make me suffocate.

Feets are not moving dear, I could have run.

They are making me disable.

Let me sit on this chair and dream on !!

Let me just dream and dream and dream.

Let my trembling heart stop to tremble.

Let my feet move again.

You can do that just you. Will you ? DW