You and me.

You tell me you don’t love me any more

And you don’t want to cheat on me

But you are there for me always

And want to be friends

I don’t know what it means

coz you don’t even want to see me

don’t want to talk to me

but you say I am nice, that its a problem with you

I want you to tell me again that you loved me, atleast then

but I can’t find you, can’t see you, can’t touch you

I want your warm touch just once

to soothe my soul

to console

but you are so far away

and never want to come close

I love you and I miss you

how do I live without you

even if you have to go

part with some kindness

I am starving here for just a little gentleness.

Tear is also warm

From my balcony at the top floor I noticed some construction workers going about their work on ground while I was having my smoke. Being a Sunday it was understandably sparse below. And then I caught a glimpse of a heart wrenching but gloomily warming scene of poverty. A couple was out there in the open near a garden hose with not many clothes on but no nudity. They arranged their stuff and the wife (I presume) helped the husband shower with the hose and then the husband did the same. If it were some hot bods out there it could have been a scene of great sexual charm and attraction. But what happened there was so far away from it. The couple was obviously poor and homeless and this was the best they could afford and even though there was no show of it, one could see the desperate loneliness and closeness they had in that moment. It really reminded me of all the sad things in my life and past. It’s like a very thin straw of some warm company that you keep holding when everything in the world just takes you apart, even life cheats you and abandons you. You are bare to the soul and completely undone. With so many pieces that you can’t even begin putting together.

Girl of my dreams!

This is literal. I had the most beautiful dream yesterday. I was at my childhood home and this long lost friend turned up and gave me a big hug. Which for strange reasons made my cry. She held my hands and we stayed like that for a really long time. In each others arms. She was cold. To the touch. Couldn’t feel her warmth. But I felt the most amazing love. Oozing out of every cell of hers. I remember her beautiful curled hair. I even touched it. It was real. And there was not even a small portion of lust. It was just love. Even after I woke up I could feel her with me. And the strangest thing is I can’t remember her name or anything related to her. The beautiful eyes are still looking at me and stirring up something great inside of me. I can touch her face, soft and inviting. Where did I lose her?