Your Story

It was deep into the month
of May
in the sweltering heat of Mumbai,
I remember how it took my
mind two hours to travel a
distance of fifteen minutes,
And how, at the end of it
The joy stayed with me for
the rest of my life.
It was deep into the month
of May
in the sweltering heat of
Mumbai, when
You had opened the door and moved behind it
whispering sweet nothings
For me to find you for one
Last time.

After that day
We never met again,
And the stilled air and
it's quietness since then,
till now, have told two
stories,
One that of you whom I knew
and the other that of you,
Always unknown!
The stories built around us
Was your story
The story built around me
Was your story.
Since
with me, you wrote it alone
And now without you
I don't have a story!

Love & dance

She said, love,
like the sunrise every morning
had entered her core
and lit up her senses so 
she became the sunlight.
She said, love, like the floods
after the heavy rains,
had washed her such,
she flowed in the mud and
sludge to make new lands
where all those who had left,
came back and built their homes.
Love, she said, broke into

a dance in an auditorium,

where harsh lights in her

eyes,

didn't let her see

if anyone was watching,

or was she all alone

in an empty hall,

performing for her own sake!