Tag: yearning

Afternoons of my Childhood

On many a sunny afternoon at Grandma’s home, with cousins, partners in crime, I remember tiptoeing to the warm mango pickle jars full of oil shimmering in the lazy sun. As grandma slept, we would steal some and scamper away to our hiding place…

You Are Still Here

Its been a while since you have gone, yet, all I know is that you are still here. Wasn’t that you, in the air today that smells like musk, sandalwood and and you? And as I take a walk in the woods, where the…

An Old Love

A day mundane as ever, suddenly stops with a visit. from an old love, a forgotten dream. Closing my eyes, I let it, Take me back in time. To some memories buried, of days smeared with love, of nights dark perfumed by dreams. of…

Thousand Broken Rays

She is a thousand slivers of broken light. A shimmering illusion that I can’t catch. Love, I do, the mirage that is she, A dream I cling on to, a light I cannot yet see. At nights, the moon whispers to me, that somewhere…

Of Musk & Wood

Of musk and wood and hope you smelledThe whiff of you took my breath away. You stood there without a care, And didn’t give me a second glance.  Adonis unaware of his Aphrodite. Dreams became you and the unkind years did nothing to drown…

A Wait

I see him in spurts, sometimes taking the bins out, sometimes washing his old pick-up truck.Through the blinds, I see his slitted form. Ah, he is not slitted, my view is.  And I know it will remain as is forever. I know I will…