When there is nothing much to say.

My search for solitude

Stops at the threshold of your eyes

The ethereal peace swims there

For a split second I am revived

The search goes beyond

And rests on your lips. 

~*~

Up in the lonesome mountains there was this shanty tea stall. Rain, fire, old kettle. And two wooden stools...still robust. Rain drops dripping in. And Chai in some cheap paper-cups. :)

काश ऐसा होता के तू

मेरी इन् अँखियो को
पढ़ पाता.

कहने को तो कुछ भी नही है
सिवा दो चार बून्दो के.

तू ढूंड तो ज़रा...
और कुछ भी नही है.

सिर्फ़ तेरे
सिवा तेरे.

You & Me

i Dream

of You.

with table-spoons of

Sugar.

A li'l salt

crystalized.

Reflecting on

You & Me.

a li'l tea

and lots of soup.

Simmery

drops of love

Floating on

Diving deep

Spilling around

You & Me.