Deafening Silence

I know u were here, even if sometimes u choose not to tell me,

u think u left no trace,
ahh..only if u knew what rush of sweetness still lingers by,

u tread softly..but ur anklets roar in me,

u whisper, i listen aloud,

u breathe, the melody stirrs me,

u lower your gaze coyly, i see the raw seething,

u fake courtesy,i bear the snub,

u smile,but u forget i can see through.

of all the finer things in life,my love... u r the finest.

Sleep and the city...

Rough friday night. 2 am and lumpy, glowing snow pounds at window. Wooden floor-boards creak and echo. Glass catches breathing fog, watches icy wind pepper skin. Dead white quiet. A shivering snuggle into warm duvet, sheets leading upto toasty dreams. It's a happy november weekend!

ALilu

It's not about the mango tree in our backyard nor about its mangoes,it's about the li'l squirrel relishing it.
:)

The first SIN

Black as the devil, Hot as hell,
Pure as an angel, Sweet as love.

Why...??

Being the fuss most of us are about food, drink, clothes and almost about everything other thing, the thought of appreciating the finer things in life is always lost on us. That unknown girl's face, that strangers smell, that perfume which left a faint odor, that child's laugh, that small cup of coffee which cures any headache......this blog is like an ode to these things we experience and forget. This is a blog to appreciate the subtlety in all that is there.
And as all ways, people can join in on this blog and put up their posts.