The November 13th Morning...

The fog had blazed away, the winter sun making its way down from the tress melting the pearl dew and the smell of relief and pleasure filled the air. It was quit a stuck moment when I was pleasured with serenity, relaxed in my own futon of bliss. Simmer down in the backyard with the tail wager snuggled in between my legs and traverse up and down the twinkling tide settled upon the eye lashes. The moments which prosper with tour, the one's which were never designed or was in foresee, still seemed perfectly choreographed. Its hard to delineate or define, they can be just quoted to please one's self. For the one's who define these are the known-unknown specials who brush up your life to gold.
That kiss pouring with blessings implanted on the forehead by Grandma, the beauty devised in each word she narrates down of childhood and the plans for the construction of future. The strong hand which backs down strongly by Grandpaa and his words of wisdom personalised exclusively. The love, care and protection by parents. That proud feeling on Dad's face when you prove yourself of some good (which not being a common affair). Mum's food fondled with flavors of love. Her anger filled with acceptance to all wishes. The sibling cuddle after a long fight, also the fight itself. The unseen tears hugging your best friend after long, the way she slept while you talked and also the way she realises the hiccup in the first greeting word sitting miles away. That wave to an unknown kid. That first special finger overlap. The cozy hug. A third of sixty mins gaze (stare to be more specific)at your crush from the backseat in the car, noticing each and very detail. Missing loved one's. The cute elder over protective friend. The unnecessary laugh with friends. The total sleep offs in class, still pretending to understand everything. That chocolate pastry on "mission accomplishment" of loosing some grams. Exchange of smiles with the unknown desirable "Hot" guy. Finding the perfect shoes. Being part of all beautiful drops to pour on upon your own.

Audience each and every moment, that moment which will be a relishing memory one day.

...Long Gone...

                                                      Come back when you can. 

                                                       Let go, you'll understand.

                                  You've done nothing at all to make me love you less.

                                                  So come back when you can.

...Aishi...

In the midst of August,
Came across an angel in disguise.
Coming down by thy own's home,
Settled in my arms alone.


With those beautiful Eyes,
Fingers as soft as cloud.
Face as red as cherry,
With the unknowingly known innocence


Giving me the feel of being proud,
Can be called now in big mood.
Have one to be ordered now,
But later which turned out total antonymous now.


First day of flight of walk,
First call for a sibling talk.
First day held your fingers to school,
For everything you needed me as a tool.


Playing together
Smiling together
Weeping together
Sleeping together
Studying together
Eating together
Fighting each other
Will be an incomplete feather
Couldn't have been better than any other.


For times within two,
Beautiful as they flew.
Which included time of all genre,
Still had a new ray.


But now as I see my little baby growing,
With an anger always howling.
I feel a bit unsecured to lead,
As you seem to be all freed.


I love you always with an elderly touch
Also hold a full blessing pouch.

...Fly...

Flight and Rise..
Things are just fascinations is what you realise,
Some time what is thought to be right,
Which all seems to be bright and white,
Releases to be the wrong,
As that of an uncomposed song.


When you have understood its all gone,
For what will revert will be mourn,
Realising that you'll have to make it stay,
Cause for all there stands no way.