SIGNATURE STANCE

I am here today, dawdling back on the days, hours, minutes and seconds, that haven’t paused to wait for me to heal, that have drifted past as I remained still in the same place, reminiscing the numbness as I walked out your door. The tangible and the intangible cascade of feelings that I grew out of, explains just how inexplicable it’s always been with you, and always will be. Sometimes, I wonder what went wrong ,  how much of myself I left in you, and in the wake of us. It had never been like a perfect narrative, but it wasn’t all shortcomings and flaws! Trust me, you were the person I wanted to plunge into the future with. To get strange, sad, beautiful and sometimes a little gross. It was never about settling down but more fondly about taking off with you, to new adventures, horizons and life. But now, I no longer want to go back in time and love you harder. I don’t belong in there and this is my knowing that life goes on.  There is more to life than just chasing someone

As she stood there stunned and still, she could sense her heart plummeting over the heavy roars of the blood that rose. Her feet felt frozen to the ground and she badly wanted to run away. But she was hooked like a hammered nail, quiet and cold. There was only this one lad, but her eyes witnessed an army of men. She tried to decipher the flicker in his eyes… lust? Hunger? What was it? A heartbeat. And the proximity was dizzying.   Ever been there? Under the street lamp or maybe in the dark corner of a pocket road? Midst a crowded bus or your sweet safe home? The roadside sketching, the sleazy songs, the vague sense of wrongness of the grey haired uncle, and what more to add to the cart replacing the bubble list and the fairy shire dreams of your teens?  The preaching and quotes never stand by in times of the sudden clasp. In a heartbeat you freeze. Be it a 5 year old or a 30 year old, your nerves go numb and you just freeze. And how shameful, we all have bee

The week has been honestly very dear to me that it was hard to drop in words and tell you how I felt. Would you believe me if I tell you a different dimension roves through my mind as I listen to the evergreen, ever romantic songs from Roja and write you with the infinite strength of passion it carries? Will you ever forgive me for making you gravitate towards me? for making you feel the yearns, the aches and the lust of what we share? Ah ! what is it that we share ?? I don't know.. If you ask me, this started off with a craving to make you mine.. but its beyond the little love I shared. Its beyond the tears I shed. Its beyond the touch of your fingers on my bare skin. Its beyond my assumptions. Beyond my conclusions. Beyond my extensions. Its beyond all cupidity. I do know this. It is an avalanche. And I am just a small ripple in your expanding world. As little do I know how you feel for me.  I do know there would come a time when my pen would slow. When we would part. B

I have been a vagabond at heart. A heart-felt smile in the fleeting moments, a transient pulse in the unexpected quests and a beating desire in the lazy long walks. I am not defined by an intense experience, hit rock bottom or a shady soul with a wrecked tale. I am never a known face, a name or an idea. I am the storyteller, the dreamer and the drifter. I am the throbbing moment. The thought and the sheer feel of the present. I am unquestionably a muddle of many firsts, floating in the depth of the surf, breathing heavily at the expanse of a mountain, lost on a trodden trail in the woods, laughing hysterically over a glass of wine and wondering amusingly midst a zillion shooting star.