He comes.
Filled with an unfathomable emotion,
I feel overwhelmed.

He asks.
I lean in willingly,
Opening my hands.

Empty, they are.

Empty, I am.
He was brimming over.

Empty vessels
Know not what to give.
They can only take.

Deprive him,
I could not.

I look on helplessly,
As he gazes at me
With eager anticipation.
Dismay dawning.

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He: You never came back.

She: You never called out to me.

He: I thought you wished to be left alone.

She: I was letting you have some peace.

He: I sent mails.

She: I had deleted that account.

He: I called too.

She: I didn’t use that number anymore.

He: You shut all the doors.

She: There was one left ajar. Our door. If only you had stepped through.

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Stolen moments#2

She had always loved the way he laughed. Softly, lightly. As if dusting home baked cookies with sugar powder. Gently.
He had always loved the way she started giggling at the silliest of his jokes.

It had been months since he made up a joke just to see her break into irrepressible giggles.

It had been precisely three years, ten months and twenty days since she heard his laughter.

And it was their forever after.

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He: I waited that day for you.

She: I was no longer certain about us. When you had told me jokingly that everything had an expiry date, I had begun to wonder if I was holding onto something that no longer existed.

He: I waited for a long time. You had never been late, earlier.

She: I wasn’t going to come. I left the town the previous night.

He: You could have informed me.

She: You would have asked for reasons. Reasons that I didn’t know either.

He: So, you ran off.

She: I removed myself from your life. We had changed. If only you could accept to yourself what had happened. It was over.

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One night

It was one night.

Thousands of years,
A whisper of your name,
And the memories stir.
Vivid again.

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Still here

I turn up my head,
Hoping to find you looking down at me,
With that gentle gaze.
I reach out with my hand, absent-mindedly,
Seeking yours,
While crossing that street,
To walk together.
On the verge of forgetful sleep,
I snuggle into the side of the bed
Where you lay,
The last time we explored each other,
Searching for your warmth.

I turn up my head
And find that I’m alone.
I reach out
And catch only empty air.
I snuggle closer
And reach the cold empty side of the bed.

You are no longer here,
Yet present every breath of my way.

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Stolen moments#1

She felt restless. The hours had been too vacuous. So she stumbled out of the four walls closing in on her, walking in desperation towards the square where they had often met.  She hoped to catch a glimpse of peace, being in those cobbled streets which they had frequented. As she turned towards the open café where they had spent many a lazy afternoon, she caught sight of him. The breath caught in her throat. It felt her lungs would burst. The pain throbbed viciously somewhere near the surface. He was engrossed in what the girl, sitting so near him, was telling him. He lifted his right hand and flicked off gently some invisible speck on her left brow. And then he laughed softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.  Softly, something died inside her.


For many days, I wandered aimlessly in those by-lanes. I would stand for a long time in the alcove, where you once stole a kiss from me. I had been laughing at something silly that you had softly whispered in my ears. You had pulled me unexpectedly in your arms and kissed me, first softly on my lips, and then suddenly the kiss had deepened.  Standing there alone in that nook, I could still taste you on my lips. I could still faintly discern your fragrance on my clothes. I would close my eyes and breathe in deeply. It almost felt like your arms were again wrapped around me tightly, hugging me so close that I could feel your heart beat under my skin. I would stand like that lost in those bygone moments, hugging myself. And then it would feel like I was choking.  Opening my eyes gasping for air, I would feel suffocated. And I would run like some demons were after me, baring their teeth, eager to devour me. I would run but could never escape.  I didn’t know then; those demons were in my head.

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