You fill my senses with fragrances galore Like a walk in the clouds and a soak in the rains
And I ache for your love, and it throbs, it throbs And gushes to my lips - the urge to hold you tight Look into my eyes and feed my hunger, and I can tell It'll kill me, this desire, but kiss me insane
I know I'm your fantasy and your dream I know you can't resist or deny anymore Let me drown in your laughter and drink from your eyes And flow under you like liquid chocolate
In your arms in your arms, take me off my feet Let's sway to the music, make love all night Untangle the knots in my smoky curls and dance on me Pour into me till I reek of you!
Let your touch bloom like an oasis.. rain, invade Ignite every longing of my parched heart Till it beats in tandem with yours Linger in me after you've left, love me such.. tonight!
I don’t really believe in reflecting upon the year gone by... after all, in retrospect, everything seems great! The human spirit conquers all odds, all disasters, sometimes learns to live with them, but in the end, in retrospect, all is good Thinking and hoping that I probably did the right thing, and then lurching at the thought that it probably wasn't. Sometimes taking lessons from the past mistakes (aah wait, does one really learn? When the heart has something to say, does the mind really listen? Does the heart pay any heed when the mind comes up with all its ‘gyaan’?); and sometimes, letting the status quo remain and simply playing along! Aaahh, not to forget the moments which were really happy and lived to the hilt. In the end, it just makes life a little more colourful
I am of course, struck with a sense of wonder at how fast the last year went by. And I have observed that with every passing year, time picks up speed, moments flit past you, as though it all happened before the eye blinked next.
I only hope that the coming year brings along with it loads of happiness, love, good health, prosperity, and magic, for me, and to all of us!
Once we built that castle in a frenzy of desires The one they write about in fairy tales Where waters sang and clouds danced We walked, lured by pregnant hearts
Once you etched my name with heaps of love On the sand and barks of trees, possessed By the thought of undying thrill Impervious to fear or tryst with strife
And then, doom cast its shadow Those vague melodies disappeared and Wars were raged, of righteousness and self-pity With word-webs of abstract, misled thoughts
Stories were told and mud was slung And opinions christened; and each now sits Snugly in his cloak of righteousness Of what-was and what-could-have-been
The broken bond now lies in gloom Soaked in the aftermath of the deluge Naked in crowded rooms, so each could Snatch at it, prey on it, and get his own view
Post cold-hearted murder of love’s labour A decent burial is all it needs, an end that’s As glorious as the beginning. And some solace that There’s still something left to be happy about
Messengers of Cleaving teeth and shrinking flesh And scalding thoughts and lonely days Frosty winds wafting through the lips Numbing minds and bleaching skins
And dull… icy corners
Lean days and narrow hours Murmuring memories of sunny days Raging waters sitting still And watching life hibernate
It’s getting colder, and darker, and scarier
The messengers are here … My chapped lips are here _____________________________________________
Damn! If there is anything that I hate about winters, it’s my chapped lips, and I start getting restless. No amount of creams and lipsticks bail me out Something else I hate about winters is that I can’t wear what I want lest I freeze to death. I find it incredible difficult to first push myself out of the bed, and then to get out of the hot water shower and invariably get late to office every alternate day.
But what I love about it is long drives in the night, coffee at a small tapri at Chandni Chowk in my city... they serve incredible coffee, I tell ya! The air is filled with romance and thoughts of cozy nights. No sweat, and yes, the makeup remains intact
Thinking and hoping that I probably did the right thing, and then lurching at the thought that it probably wasn't. Sometimes taking lessons from the past mistakes (aah wait, does one really learn? When the heart has something to say, does the mind really listen? Does the heart pay any heed when the mind comes up with all its ‘gyaan’?); and sometimes, letting the status quo remain and simply playing along! Aaahh, not to forget the moments which were really happy and lived to the hilt. In the end, it just makes life a little more colourful 
Something else I hate about winters is that I can’t wear what I want lest I freeze to death. I find it incredible difficult to first push myself out of the bed, and then to get out of the hot water shower and invariably get late to office every alternate day. 
