Memories.

My love was a captive bird.

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Maybe someday you may make a mistake…

and wander into my streets, by mistake, my love.

My love remained inside, unsaid, captive in my heart,

Never got a chance to be free and flowing like a

Meandering carefree stream.

It just fluttered inside like a captive bird, and then

Sat quietly, hopeless and giving up.

Longingly I looked for the blue,

The blue of your eyes, the blue of your smile.

The sun set and closed another day.

And I asked you yet again,

Cant I be with you for a while,

I don’t ask a lifetime, for that is too long,

Stay and hold me close and let me feel your heart

Beating near my face,

Under the shade of the tree lets sit,

And forget time, age and place…

How will you forget me?

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How will you forget me?

Me that carries the same soul as yours,

When you look up at the sky, you will see my face

As one with the night sky, faintly glimmering like the stars,

You will see my eyes, looking at you, hoping that

One day you will look at me too, for a time long,

Longer than a lazy afternoon day,

Longer than a dark moonless night.

How will you forget the wind swept night?

When you rested your head on mine.

Who can you share that moment if not with me?

Who will turn up her face with yours,

feeling the rain laden wind lightly caressing your face,

Who will look at the clouds with you,

waiting for it to burst open in rain,

How will you forget me?

How will you forget the darkly lit room where we smoked

and hoped that the night goes on forever,

The music, the lights, and the tall chilled drinks,

The night that one dreams of, an ephemeral night,

Which one can go back to again and again.

Even if you wait for an entire lifetime, and hope that my

Memory fades, I will still be there, ever present,

How can you forget me? How can I forget you?

Beautiful kite….I am letting you go today.

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A note of love lost I wrote to someone I love, who never loved me back, and which

I never sent…Its a note of misery and failure, and loserdom, yet its honest and so

I share it.

I want to be the girl who you call everyday, who you talk to when you need to unburden

about the day. I wait for you everyday, to call or message me, or some sign that you

are still there for me, but everyday comes and passes by with no message for you.

After days if I write back, yes, you write back to me, but then if I don’t, the days just

keep passing by. I am tired or waiting for you, tired of waiting for a day which will never

come. Ah, I know perhaps you are sickening and almost about to throw up at this blatant

statement of my misery, as I feel like when someone who loves me and I don’t love,

professes his love for me, but have patience for some more time, and at least do me the

honor of reading through my misery. Sometimes, I wish you would be kind enough to put

the bullet to my head and shoot me, saying that you are not there for me anymore,

and will never be, but maybe I don’t even deserve that kindness. So I am putting the bullet to

my head and letting go of you in my mind. Oh, the horrors of unrequited love, nothing reeks more

of hell than that, putrid and miserable.

You were my kite, my beautiful, beloved kite, and I thought

I would fly with you, but I guess you just kept tugging and my hands are too tired

to hold on, so I am cutting the string today, and watch you fly away to an unknown

horizon, never to return. I look at you till I can see you no more, and then I walk back,

lighter, free, sadder and yet happy for you. I will always love you, my kite and I hope

you find peace and happiness. Me, I have the string which once bound you to me, and

thats the piece of you, I have, the broken piece, to remind me that you were once there,

and yet not there. I love you.

That night near the seaside.

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Take me back to that night when I stood by your side

Under a sky so black and stars so bright

You could not hear my heart beating fast

and the peaceful bliss in my heart

The waves of the sea crashed on my

broken dreams and life.

And took them away from me,

faraway, until all that mattered,

Was this moment I had with you,

Didn’t even dare to take your hand,

Stood their mute, as you pointed to the distant sea

and showed me something moving in

the darkness…

We made up stories, a sea monster,

A dragon, a giant sea snake, a ship wreck,

And the wind blew my hair around my face,

swirling it in a silken caress….

I kept waiting for you to hold my hand.

But the night wore on..

Take me back to that night….

I am still waiting there for you.

The perfect moment.

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Tonight I sit feeling empty, and wondering if I should write to you. Or if you would write to me. I feel so drained and tired. Nothing interests me. That evening keeps coming back to me, where you read to me the poetry of the moon. What a poem it was. I asked you to send it to me. You never did. The wind was blowing my hair and the sea was making such a noise. The sky was overcast and hinted of rain. Our cottage of wood was beautiful and cosy. So were the wooden benches on which we sat. We sat there drinking beers and drinking in the scene. I will never forget it, it was as if in a dream. I felt I was moving in a dream. Surreal it was. I took a flight, just to see for two days, You were practically a stranger to me, and yet you were not. I felt I had always known you. And yet ..yet….for you perhaps…it was just two days….for me….it was a memory to last forever..We sat there till the skies darkened and the stars came out…and the wind continued to blow…everything was dark, save the white froth on the unruly sea. You pointed out something dark in the sea…said that it could be a monster..I didnt feel scared…I just felt alive..I felt that perhaps I was dead..and this was all a dream…the moment was so perfect. Some moments cant be replicated…because those moments are perfect moments. Thats what life’s fabric is made of. Those few perfect moments. That moment…where you stood by me and pointed out the stars..and said…”This is perfect…Everything is perfect..”. And it was…I didnt need anything more..