Flowers floating in the water

Flowers floating in the water, they are still beautiful, as they move together, caressing each other. It is like interlacing your hands with mine. I remember that clearly, the way we held hands and your thumb moved slowly at the back of my thumb. I love living those moments with you, alone. It feels so alive and serene. Do you remember the first time we spoke? I know you do. I know you remember the first time we stayed quiet too. Your silence, your whispers follow me through the streets of love. I am glad that wherever we went, we left smiles there.

yellow and pink petaled flowers
Flowers are beautiful, always!

As we danced together on our special day, I realised it was perfect when you held my hand. I have made a home of those memories and I live in that home of love.Only if you could hear my heart cry out the words I write sitting here, you would know how it longs for your presence while it listens to your favourite songs. Sitting at the same position, wrapping myself in the bed sheet that you sat on, I remember what you felt for me, what I felt for you – for me, that is the absolute feeling I want to feel the rest of my life. And I would not want it in any other way.
As I await the warmth of your mesmerizing smile, your glittering eyes and the peace of being with you, I find my way back to you through my words in the wilderness and the peace of your presence. Hold on to the hopeless heart talks, to the crazy little world of ours!
Just like the rays of the setting sun fall on the floor, you arrive. You awaken inside my heart. I see a shadow on the floor, it feels like you are just walking to me. You speak to me without saying a word. All I see is a wide smile. I am smitten by the way your lips curve and your eyes shine. It makes me smile and my eyes dance with your light. Everything else fades. It all stops. You. Me. The air between ‘us’. My eyes trace a path of their own on your face. I just happen to get lost in your innocent features and the peace your presence gives me. A sense of calm I have never witnessed before. A look at you like you are my world. That look, that moment of our quiet as two shadows bind our souls.

You and I meet again. What a beautiful calamity! We smile for ‘us’ and for the love of ours.

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There has to be a way…

Intersecting Lines

The number plate of your state on a random car on the street gives me feeling of someone from ‘home‘ is here, or ‘you’ are just here, closer to me.
I re-read our starred chats just to feel the feeling I felt today, exactly an year ago. It brings back our memories of gold. Today is the day we ‘chose’ each other. The conversation brings back the feeling of ‘us’. It brings back the soul connection closer to me, now that you are 182 miles away, still. Like you used to say, real love can happen without being there at all also. And even if there are ups and downs that we might not like, God has given us strength to sail through them.

box cheerful color cute Feeling of ‘us’ is feeling of happiness!

Nothing saddens me or scares me like the thought that you can become insignificant to someone who…

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Let me love our love

Intersecting Lines

Remaining contented and keeping a smile is the biggest service to God. When a person surrenders with faith, the Lord takes care of him in every way.

I pray to the almighty listening to your favorite song. Hoping it will give me and you strength to live these days remembering our love. God, please show us a way, to care for the wounds without reopening them. There has to be a way. There has to be!

The air is saturated with my messages and our dreams choke their way to my lungs. I dream about us everyday. May be, the may-be’s are stopping us. What if those what-ifs are not there?
My beloved one, this time, yet again, hold my quiet into the palm of your hands. Let me love our love. Let me embrace the silence. How beautiful is it to be quiet with someone – your dearest one?

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Memory to my happy

Intersecting Lines

I leak as if all of me is into fragments. When you shared your scars with me, I could not evoke my scars to you but I could feel yours. I could read your scars as the invisible cities on the map that tourists often skip. Your scars remind me of memory lanes and scare me every time I think I have caused you scars too. A cacophony of pain arises as I think about this ‘birha’. The air is saturated with my tears and there is heaviness in my eyes. I quietly lie down on my bed, thinking about ‘us’, feeling you close to me.

May be on that map, I find a route to eternal bliss, of you and me, of ‘us’, of our togetherness. I told you so, I will leave a marker for you at every turn. This time, I will circle the location too for…

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Memory to my happy

I leak as if all of me is into fragments. When you shared your scars with me, I could not evoke my scars to you but I could feel yours. I could read your scars as the invisible cities on the map that tourists often skip. Your scars remind me of memory lanes and scare me every time I think I have caused you scars too. A cacophony of pain arises as I think about this ‘birha’. The air is saturated with my tears and there is heaviness in my eyes. I quietly lie down on my bed, thinking about ‘us’, feeling you close to me.

May be on that map, I find a route to eternal bliss, of you and me, of ‘us’, of our togetherness. I told you so, I will leave a marker for you at every turn. This time, I will circle the location too for you to find your way back to me, a little quicker.

I count the number of days on the calendar, waiting for that one day, when we are one. Because this way, missing feels like waiting. I can wait, always for you. I still go to bed every night going over every detail of ‘us’, how we could not call it a day. I remember everything, the peaceful lullaby of our good night prayers.

We are going to hold on for sure, because we made a forever then, and we will make a forever now. I see you standing there, with your arms forming a corridor of home, for me.

white and red plastic heart balloon on sky during daytime
You are a memory to my happy

I will always remember and await,
The twinkle in your eyes when you look into mine
when my lips smile and your eyes shine
Your skin dusted with stars brushed past mine.
Your fingers, a swift wade, intertwining into mine.
You will stay in my skin forever like our light
So much love that you and I
immerse in it, saturate in it
I evaporate your presence in me
Remember, you are home to a life
You are a memory to my happy
You are a holy beauty
You are an angelic soul
You are the morning breeze from the sea
You are as amazing as life could ever be!
Remember, I love you always!

Our musical Silence

The sky is so blue today that it blew my mind. Steeped in memory and wonder, there is a sound of silence in the wind today. It is like bring with your soul. Peaceful. Serene. Breathing. Our souls touch as we imbibe each others presence, quietly we dissolve into our quiet. We just are!

out of focus cherry blossom near a lake
Peaceful. Serene. Breathing. Our souls touch as we imbibe each others presence.

The silence
of the sound of the wind,
The remembrance
of the deep, dewy turquoise evening,
The radiance
of an eternal love story,
The kindness
of the gentle warm hands,
The essence
of the days to unfurl,
The fragrance
of each other’s closeness,
The pleasance
of just being,
The joyance
of love beaming thru our eyes,
The elegance
of shyness of us,
The submergence
into each other’s ‘awe’,
The radiance
of our smiles,
The sentence
of no words

Underneath the stars,
by the tiny ripples in the lake
Our rings are ours,
swearing to each other

Somewhere in our forever,
We are still waiting
For our musical silence,
Lustrous, strong and gentle
A smile so beautiful and infinite,
Like grateful morning sunshine
Listen, feel and cave in,
This silent wave
Between you and I
Brilliantly lit starry sky
Vivid embers glitter in the eye
My existence here with you is very easy
as we share our moments of joy
When you love with all your heart
you find its echoes in the universe!

Our love cannot be plotted on a graph to obtain a strictly straight line. I love, and therefore, I am. Your warmth is in my soul, in my heartbeat and its song.

When we meet again
Will I start crying?
Or scream in excitement?
Will I be quiet?
Will I be able to look?
Will I close my eyes?
Will I smile and feel shy?