Then like a temple festival
I oscillate calmly in
The painful shoulders of
Drumming thoughts and
Echoes of others.
Then, this procession of
Disconcerted thoughts move
To the path of salvation, never known
And never understood.

In the swaying gondolas
Emotions weave patterns in mild waters
The more I want to sink them
In floating Venice, they still
Wait for the Tethers of obeisance
To rest in peace

Your love nests in the pauses
Calm and persuasive
and yet we can speak
of non intrusive affection

Far away beyond the oceans
Tucked safely is a slice of me
Smiling in attention
and talking to none
Serene blues smiles in distant thunder

Dear,

There is something about
romance and trains. You almost
touched the lips to ache forever
and left me in half baked love.
That was a journey, which begun
never to meet again and never to
end again in same paths.

Welcome

The distant whispers
Beckon to present
Today, I stand listening
to your voice
For me, forever
Keep bringing in
New life and hopes

Farther away

 

Your thoughts sink in

And then throb

These days you are

Closest to me

Inspite of being far away