re-acting...

once on the stage

whatever one does

becomes a part

of acting . . .

,..

a conversation on the last boat . . .

'What if one misses

the last boat?',

asked my friend.

'You will be sent

another one',

I replied

while waiting

for my fifth-last-boat.

,..

paired . . .

As I was telling you
about the mirror
that reflects a mirror,
a star appeared
reflecting the smile
that filled your lips.
Then you gave me the job
of counting
all the stars that appear
reflecting the first star.
I have seen
no dawn
after that.

,..

some more...

The evening
gets into a trance
with the beauty of
wandering white clouds.
And without looking at
the nest of colours
that the sun makes
in the disappearing sky,
the moon-flower blossoms
as bright white light...

,..

An unwritten story
is wandering
amidst the
written stories...

,..

A word's journey
starts in its meaning
and ends
with its interpretation...

,..

secreting...

The secrets
that you deciphered,
listening to my heartbeats
are your secrets too...

,..

c o l o u r s . . .

'We are supposed to
create our own stories.
Look what are we doing,
we are letting others to
create stories
with us being part of them',
I wanted to establish
the philosophical context
of our time-space.

She was but looking at
the west
as the sun started to set.

Intrigued by her calmness,
I too set my vision
on the western sky
and drowned into those
endless shades. 

Restoring myself in a while,
I started collecting
some of the colours in my eyes.

She looked at me with a question.
'Collecting some for you',
I responded.

'Spread them on me',
she said.

And I did exactly what she said,
just to see the colours becoming
more colourful.

As the sky became darker,
all the bright and not-so-bright stars
started staring at us
and kept on wondering about
those two missing stars
from among them.

,..

what now ...

We held our hands
in an unknown moment
and decided to be a pair
of all weathers.

That day we were walking around
the mountain
which everyone ignored
as unscalable. 
But, soon
we found ourself
on the peak of the same.

Looking down from there,
I asked her,
'Are we going to jump?'.

Holding my hands with warmth
and looking at the sky,
she said,
'No, we are going to fly...'

,..