Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Friday, December 5, 2008

smile

I look up at the moon in the
sky as I always do, standing with you.
I look at your moonlit face and everything
around us covered in the 
silver glow and the calm gray.
I smile. 
I look at the starry eyes that
smile back with the slight crescent.
I look at your smile and
eyes widen as we share this moment, 
stare as the heaven smiles
back at us.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

I haven't seen you

Argh! my neck hurts 
with the long staring 
at the sky
but I haven't seen it, all 
is still, apart 
from the twinkling stars
like eyes, blinking 
planets, in the 
dark and the white 
aura they spread along 
with the half moon
hanging alone in the sky
like a lonely blob 
on a black granite floor
strewn with milk. 

But I haven't seen you, 
yet. I wait.

I rub my eyes, longing to see
you, unaware of it
agape, my mouth
until the yawn hurt
my thought 
procedure of your rescue 
from the black hole and the
gravity of it. The love
we share through 
the time, the distance,
the difference, to save you from
it all and to see
but I haven't seen
you, Love. 

I wait.

Where the fuck is Mars?

Rumors around that the world could see Mars in the sky[where else?] at 12:30 a.m. 11 October, 2008.
____________________ _ _ _ _ . .
I went up to the terrace in hopes to find you. I could see the Orion and the half moon and some stars sprinkled here and there, but I couldn't see you, but you weren't there. I haven't seen you yet, I don't know what you look like. I don't know where to look, but I know where you are.

Do I ever get to see you?
Do we ever meet? 

Maybe sometime later. Maybe, in 2287, the next time you come. I'll wait for you. 


Later. 

I am happy.

Why does it have to bother you?

I'm still in a shock of what just happened. It could be a lie. You could just be playing some prank with me. Why should I trust you? But you sure made me happy.
I am happy.

Monday, October 6, 2008

. .

I want to be in love. I want to feel what it is like.
I'm happy, and I want you to know that I am.
I'm alone, and I want someone to know that. I am. I exist. 
I'm sad, and I want to hide it from the rest of the world. But be there just one someone whom I could talk to, about it, whom I could be with. With whom I could live this life and not just exist. 
Done. 

I won't write anymore, now. It's depressing. I was happy, and now I'm not. 


Later.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

4th October, 2008. 2:48 p.m:
Rearranged my room. Happy now, dirty now. Need to take a shower, but I know I won't.
I'm tired*sigh*.

*dozes off*..
5th October, 2008. 9:42 a.m:
Room's looking fine. I'm not. Haven't had a shower yet[since yestersday]. Had been to the dandiya last night. It was boring.