Only a moment.

You.

I.

Yes, us.

And that moment.

The delicate yet pristine affinity.

Your arms around me, soft flow of words.

They flowed, some were heard, unheard, while some only felt, yes, more words.

We only sank inside each other even more devotedly, and the sanctity of our togetherness grew untarnished with each passing second.

I continued to hear the rain striking against the rooftops, pitter and patter.

It was indeed part of the jubilation then.

It had sung a song.

Of our togetherness.

The immaculate.

The perfect.

Us.

Fibonacci sonnet- Inspiration credits- Confused Soul

Closer to you.

I like how the breeze feels today. The way it softly caresses my cheeks. Its not moist, not too dry, just how I like it. I think its playing with my hair, just the way you do.
We're miles apart, but today I feel closer to you. Kind of schizophrenic, eh?

No one to share the blanket with is a little awkward though, for obvious reasons. But its okay, the melody you composed two days back is still thrumming in my head. It makes my insides swing to and fro, just as they did 50 hours back when you sang it to me in that deep baritone. Bliss. And oh, sorry for counting the hours since you've been away. Its not a typically me habit, I know.

I like the mint cushions a little today. I thought they were pretty ugly when you got them but I guess no head resting on them adds to the appeal. You know what I mean, no?

The night is still young, and the clouds are thin. Clear night sky, just as we love it. Just that there isn't that insomniac to talk it through tonight.

When I am with you, we stay up all night.

When you are not here, I can't go to sleep.

Praise God for these two insomnias.

And the difference between them.

~Rumi

There are in numerous patches of colors revolving in my brain after the weed. When I think of you, the patch incessantly changes to red. How not surprising.

I feel light-headed but insanely beautiful. If you'd tell me the stars shined for me today, I would believe you.

Real bliss.

"No, no, no. I can't let the girl share the bill while I take her out for dinner!", he quipped.
"That is for women you have to impress. Not me!", she laughed.
He joined in the laughter and said, "So you don't want to get impressed by me? Agh! Sadness!?"
"I won't. Don't even try", she said with a straight face.
His smile dropped a little.
"Haha. Gotcha. Brighten up, boy", she comforted with the smile and a light laughter, again.

He'd finally got his school crush out. Though, he hadn't confessed what he felt. He hadn't asked her how she viewed him either. What if the question ruins the sanctity of the moment. Well..

"Stop thinking about me. Concentrate on the mojito. Its divine" She broke his reverie.

He smiled. And thought, let the confession be for some other day. He'd wait. Perhaps, forever.

Today, lets just concentrate.


On that beautiful smile.

55 fiction : When someone fills the absence.

She sat her window,gazing at the clouds passing by, when a deep voice took her by surprise.
"You feel better?", he innocently asked.
"Time's healing things, but the absence still lingers.", she vaguely spoke.

"Someone's presence can complete the absence of everyone. For me its you!", he confessed.


She felt some love rekindled and gently hugged him..