I’m half here, half there.


For a while I have been searching a place,
where I’m sure to find you and see your face.

My search has got me half way round the world,
like a travel bug at night in my bed I’m curled.

As another Friday night passes a day on the calendar I strike,
telling myself that I’m almost half way there.

The miles roll on as the white stripes of the road go by,
by living the yesterdays of your memories I get high.

I see this as her delay rather than her absence,
as I sit in my window seat I feel closer to her presence.

The nights and days seem alike with a mixture of darkness and light,
as I spend this time in recreation and write.

Worn down by the travel no matter how much hope I loose,
your face and memories in my heart always gives me new hope.


Her story

her story


I’ll try to do complete justice to this one,
as I try to put my simple words across beautifully for someone.

Some stories are such which are not read or written but experienced,
I have been so close to this one that I wish this was my story.

She walks in with the title of a ‘wonderful human being’
with nothing but a smile which is thrown in all directions.

What she seeks is clarity & simplicity,
yet goes through the day with such humility.

Like the sun is not missed in the morning,
her greetings are also not missed with every encounter.

She understands the words spoken & non –spoken,
with absolute ease is how she mends your heart when it is broken.

The feeling that plants have when rains strike,
is the same that you will have with her if the right chords are what you strike.

Like a mirror she is reflective,
you get what you show.

She can fool you with her naughty eyes & flirty smile,
but beware as the keeper of her heart is always around.

A person like her is hard come by,
and very few have the unique privilege of knowing her closely.

Intangible City

paradise city



This city has moved from the books to the globe,
a place which is so real & alive that it grows on you.

A city with no pain or sorrow,
the citizens of which are like freely moving clouds in the sky.

A place where the sun is brighter,
and the breeze is windy.

Where the grass is greener,
and the view is better.

A place where people live in love & joy,
Where borders, nationality, religion, race & caste are names of toys.

Some place where the people are grateful,
and everyone in that place are extremely hopeful.

A place where the cycle of nature is not observed but also respected,
Some place that relaxes you & makes your soul happy.

Some call it utopia, yet others call it one of the places on the globe,
The fact of the matter is that this place exists inside all of us.



Dear Andrea why are things with us like this,
give a moment or two to think about our time of bliss.

Better than myself is how much you knew me,
I always wish for things to go back in time and just be.

Every time I laid my eyes on you,
your beauty is what my eyes were drawn to.

Andrea now that things are not as they were,
my heart breaks a little when your name is what I hear.

I was too young to realize,
and now when I hear our song on the radio I know what it meant.

I should have given you all my hours when I had the time,
now as I run to catch the clock, saving an hour for myself feels like a crime.

When I had a chance I should’ve gone for every movie you wanted to watch,
now it’s difficult for me to find someone to watch a flick that I want to catch.

When I think of us, there were many things I should have done,
now as I think about that, if they were done it would have been so much fun.

My eyes tear up when I think of every time you asked me ‘How do I look?’
And I’d tell you ‘You look beautiful and wonderful as always’.

As a number of years go by I still remember telling you,
‘I’d love you today, tomorrow and forever’ and in time that love only grew.

Now as the day of our time together has come to an end,
it’s nice to know that you’d still stay and truly be my best friend.

A broken hearted dream

A dream with a broken heart
only ends up by waking up.

It’s like rolling down your bed and down on your knees
& the next moment you can hardly breathe.

Dreams are as broken as your heart feels,
& time is just the remedy as it heals.

Sometimes it lasts a night and sometimes a weekend
if feels like saying goodbye to a friend who never leaves.

To fix such a dream is to fix the heart
after a point you feel like you’re throwing punches under water

Your Reflection

your reflection

You’re the sweetest person I’d ever meet,
You’re someone I’d long to greet.

I’d replicate  you one day & make many more,
You’re an integral part of my core.

You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be,
& you’re always the reason for my glee.

You form poems barely with your words spoken,
To me those poems are always pieces of small love token.

I wish you had the slightest clue,
that being different & angry is not what you always do.

You calm me down when I’m hyper,
just to show me how to make things simpler.

In Your Eyes

in your eyes (creatives)
I see something majestically beautiful
Every time when I look into your eyes.

The feeling of always being yours forever,
Is what I experience every time I look into your eyes.

Like an inhaled drug you stimulate me,
Every time I look into your eyes.

Every day I gather courage for the day I see you leave town,
I could drown myself in the tears that my eyes let flow down.

It doesn’t matter if today or tomorrow is the last day I live,
only because I know where & in whim my love was found.

You make me somebody,
with the looks that you give me.

I’ll take you through the maze of the map I’m gazing at,
with the looks of your eyes that change faster than the moves of the cat.

In your eyes in where you store your unconditional love,
your love is the most effective remedy.

They say the first look is the lasting one,
but the looks from your eyes definitely leave an everlasting impact.

Your eyes are so beautiful that every time I look at them,
A wealth of prettiness is what I find in them.