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Gentle breeze...

Gentle breeze blows
Her laughter rings
through the room.
the candle struggles
to survive.
His heart melts..

He holds her arms
and her eyes light up.
pillows lie strewn on
the floor,sheets lie
rumpled.

Gentle breeze blows
outside.Gentle kisses
bring forth smiles.
Gently he takes her
inside.

In the dark,fingers
entwine.Two shadows
become one.Gentle
breeze blows.The candle has
ceased to survive.

For you...sweetheart!

Where do I begin?
There are about a trillion things going through my mind right now!!!!

The person i am talking about here, is my best friend here. Actually the bestest ever, if thats not a word, it doesnt matter to me.

We met for at the most likely place and missed eachother before at the most unlikely places! lolz I met her in class 9th. She used to sit in the last bench and the most common factor binding us was that we both laughed a lot. Oh yeah there were other factors too, though for her only lolz. She loved eating the bhindi ki sabzi( lady finger) from my tiffin, which i hardly ate in school. The one best thing i always liked about her that she has and is, very easy going(with me).

Funny, as it is. we never became great friend instantly. It took a while and did us good. We werent together in our 10th grade, seperate classes& all. We kept in touch though. Well, during vacations we were the only ones who were left alone here in mumbai& hence got close.
Co incidently we got s…

Balloons

I stood there like any
other day. At the school
gates, peering through.
School was over for now.

Children, many of them
rushing out to thegates,
waiting to hear

the faint bells of the
balloon man.

With whistles, balloons,
Ribbons and hats, he
Came there everyday.
Little feet jumping up
trying hard to reach
up to grab themselves
each a balloon.

Little boys like whistles
Little girls like balloons
And ribbons. She had
wanted them too.Any-
one would do.

She never came out of
The school gates today.
She would never.I
bought a red one.
A little red balloon.

I let it go, up-up
And away.
I want her to have it
up there.

Paper sail boats...

the sky was grey far up
-ahead. Little cotton ball
like clouds were slowly
re-appearing. Faint rays
of sun beam danced at my
window sill, dampness
disappearing.

A cheerful chatter arose
from down, near my gate.
There were five of them.
All little. Rosy cheeked,
bright excited eyes,
clappinghands, Little hands.
Youwish they were yours.

Suddenly there is a silence.
A worried silence. When you
look, you see they were waiting
for their little paper sail boat
to reappear. It did not.You knew
it would not. Like your child-
hood did not.

Then, one jumps up and the
other follows. All do then.
It had re appeared afterall.
Bright little eyes sparkle,
cheeks redder than ever,
Chubby smiles, that you could
die for.

Sometimes, there is more to grey skies,
that can make you smile.