"A labyrinth of Unpolished Scribbles"

I did love, then, now and always! That still I love; Didn't I love enough? Know, my love is pure. Can you read, my entangled mind? For I am lost, in labyrinthine thoughts. My feelings for you are real, Do not you feel? Touch my heart; In it burns, the flame of love.  My love is hidden. Can you see, the brook in my heart? Where bashful flowers bloom; I hide myself within them. Awaiting the blushing bird, to come and drink, from my little brook. You may not know, Still it flows to you. Waiting for your reply. And if you doubt, my true love. I've nothing else to show, other than my loving heart. This is my heart, for you to see, My hidden love!

This picture I looked at, some things are like that; We can't hold on for long,  try to move along. All these smiles, Are now away,miles. Friendship change over time, and then its just like a mime. To each other, we may not speak, thus the bond goes weak. Some may part ways, forgetting the good old days. While the true ones stay close, to those, once they chose. Together we shared, and how much we cared! Tons of memories, we've made to be for each other, we prayed. All together in a frame,  will never happen the same. So much happines in this picture, I wish if I could again, capture. I try hard, not to miss, but I do, when I see this. The moments we can't resume, All I can do is just Zoom.

The tantalizing aroma, I love to smell you. The soothing flavour, I love to taste you. The warmth, I love to touch you. The freshness, I love to feel you. A sip, I love to kiss you. Oh! Dear coffee, I love you!!!

Opened the window of my heart, Like a breath you touch and depart. That tender feather-touch, I felt, And in you, here I melt. My heart whispers in perfect silence, You stood a window away, in stillness. You came like a wind that night, Woke me up with streaks of light. I wanted you to stay, While you drifted away. I looked as far as I could, And a window away you stood. You shine brighter than the star; I could only watch you from afar. A million words to say, I wish earnestly, you never may. For I wait the whole long day, Still you stand a window away. The moment you step aside; The sun take the throne in pride, Like a picture that fade, You hide behind the shade. Out to the sky, I stretched my hand, But, a window away you stand.

In search of silence; On my bed I sat and asked, What is silence? Whir of the fan replied: Silence! What's that? Loud pop music on T.V shouted, I don't know! Dripping tap water murmered; There's nothing called silence! I went out in search of silence, Honking horns of vehicles said, We've no idea. I moved ahead to know silence; Crows on trees didn't answer, But just cawed. A tunnel I saw, I went into the tunnel, Too dark it was, Nothing I heard, No one I saw; All alone I felt, Tired me sat on the floor. The exhausted mind said, Silence is peace. While the lonesome heart said: Silence is loneliness!

The womb, 'The womb' that bore you, Until  you saw daylight, Even if not revered, Forget it not! The tears, 'The tears' of happiness, When they held you in their arms, If you can't recollect, Just don't forget. The hands, 'The hands' which held you, When you stumbled down, You may not remember, But never ever forget. The eyes, 'The eyes' that stayed open, the whole night, Till you went to deep sleep, If you don't remember, Try! to not forget. The tongue, 'The tongue' which taught you, The very lessons of life, Do you remember? Better not forget. The fingers, 'The fingers' that locked yours, When you cried to see mommy, If you can't recall , Still don't forget them! The palms, 'The palms' that patted you and said, "Don't worry, daddy's princess!" Don't you dare forget, Even though you can't remember. The feet, 'The feet' which you touche...

Only when you are away from your home,you will get to know how special your home is for you,how close you are to your place! So many unshared feelings and sentiments about your house that are so very exclusive to oneself. I miss my bed, the deep sleep and comfort which I get when I lie on it.I miss the warmth of my blanket, the smell of my pillows.Even the ceiling fan which always sing for me to make me fall asleep,I miss. I miss sitting beside my bedroom windows, the fresh air inside my room.I terribly miss my room where everything belongs to me,all my valuable possessions.I miss my wadrobe,my bookshelf,glancing over and dusting all the books.I miss walking around my house,spending evenings in my garden. I could never feel that fresh when I take shower in any other bathrooms but  mine.I miss sitting idle,staring at my bedroom walls. I miss watching T.V,switching between channels lying on the Diwan. Moreover I miss my mom's specials and it becomes even more special a...