Hello Stranger - Reloaded

Have you ever felt comfortably numb and helplessly naked at the same time?



Those chestnut brown eyes. Damn!

Hello Stranger

That night, those chestnut brown eyes looked into mine.

I felt comfortably numb and yet helplessly naked...

I'm looking for the love song

I'm looking for the love song.
Have you found it yet?



Not the comfortable lies
You tell yourself everyday.

Not the imaginary ballads
You sing to yourself, every goodnight.

Not the word games
You weave your make-believe world in, over and over again.

Not the apparent mirages
You draw on the sands of time, one more time.



I'm looking for the love song.
Have you found it yet?



The cramped up spaces
You hide within, everyday.

The monochrome tales
You bury deep down those intriguing kohled eyes, every morning.

The actual confessions
You choke in the lump of your throat, every goodnight.

The erstwhile habits
You flush down the cheeks, every time it rains.



I'm looking for the love song.
Have you found it yet?

In the search of a love story

Black coffee. Crumpled paper.

The inexpensive ink, spilt.

Broken mirror. Grey spaces.



In the search of a love story...

The usual love story

He. She. Wordplay.
Twenty six letters. Infinite possibilities.

A forever thing?


The love for mirages...

She was my bride

She was my bride

Three day old...




All that had been left unsaid
I carry them to the grave...

The morning coffee, the held hands
The trembling lips, the first kiss...



The rusted roses would know them all...



She was my bride

Three day old...

The Portrait of a Lady

The unkempt curls. A sudden storm.
The eyes, a tad incomplete.
Crumbs of a smile, withered lipstick from last night.
The last life of a half-burnt cigarette.


I could never pen you in the pages of an inexpensive novel.

I would rather sculpt poetry...