With you my love...

-

There are no shadows cast

On the peeling pale yellow walls

In the flickering light from the

Bulb.

 

Up above, the fan continues

to move in  a circular motion;

Slow and  steady. The mirror,

mirrors the  unkempt feeling

in the room.

 

The damp smell mixed

With the smells of love

Heightens the silence.

And the dripping water

From the basin tap sounds

Like an explosion.

 

The pillows of the bed

Lie on the torn carpet below.

The sheets; crumpled

Barely cover our bodies

Spent.

 

Your eyes look at me

Every few seconds.

The contentment on your

Face. Sleep has eluded us for

Long, but slowly the sandman

Creeps in close to you.

 

Outside, the bright sunlit

Corridors are bustling.

But the noise doesn’t reach us.

Its you and me, like always.

Together. Me lying by your side

And the hint of a smile on your

Face.

 

Suddenly, all the trouble,

The long distance travel,

The lies, the stories cooked

Up, are all but just right.

 

Comments

  1. Sups30 April 2009 at 21:42

    Oh wow..I'm melting!

    Simply superb..what lucid words!!

    <3

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  2. Rashmi30 April 2009 at 22:30

    woooooooohooooooooo :)) ahem ahem....no words!

    ReplyDelete
  3. sawan30 April 2009 at 22:38

    the last line made me confused!

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  4. Nikki30 April 2009 at 23:11

    @ Sups aka Iggy

    :) Thank you!

    @ Rashmi

    I know...

    @ Sawan

    Well the last line... just indicates all that we do for love. All that we go through to be with our love and all this is worthwhile.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Dream3er30 April 2009 at 23:18

    i love the last part .. hahahah!!! good one!

    ReplyDelete
  6. sumit1 May 2009 at 19:43

    very deep, love the way you've described the bulb and the fan, and everything else, beautiful thought process. insanely expressive to say the least. i wish i had someone writing for me like that, lucky you and your soul mate.

    love be there forever! :)

    ReplyDelete
  7. Nikki1 May 2009 at 22:01

    @ Dream3er

    Thanks!

    @ Sumit

    Lets say I am lucky to have him!

    ReplyDelete
  8. Himanshu1 May 2009 at 22:03

    It happens in front of your eyes..such is the poem..brilliant! :)

    ReplyDelete
  9. Dr.Paranoid2 May 2009 at 17:37

    very detailed, observant, and heartfelt expression...

    the simplicity of this peice of work gets a smile on your face by the end of it...

    lovely!

    cheers!
    :)

    ReplyDelete
  10. Julia Smith3 May 2009 at 08:12

    'The pillows of the bed
    Lie on the torn carpet below.
    The sheets; crumpled
    Barely cover our bodies
    Spent.'

    Time well spent!

    ReplyDelete
  11. Nikki3 May 2009 at 15:09

    @ Himanshu

    Thanks.

    @ Dr. Paranoid

    Thank you very much!

    @ Julia Smith

    Time well spent, indeed!

    ReplyDelete
  12. Surabhi Pratap4 May 2009 at 02:30

    OH MY GOD....!!!
    I love this piece..... it feels so good to be in love...... and I INSIST u GO THROUGH my blog... n read thru MY LOVE BLOG.

    As for love....i think its the most beautiful feeling ever...

    Comforting. Satisfying. Gratifying.
    Simply beautiful.

    I know...i am so in love....n soon will b postim=ng something very interesting......i have a few ideas...will work them through.

    AND yes.... do keep in touch! :-)

    ReplyDelete
  13. Vinnie4 May 2009 at 13:03

    tumne mujhe kahaafi kuch yaad dila diya:)
    wonderful poem...so much to relate to..all the best, girl..
    Here's to u n ur love - Cheers!

    ReplyDelete
  14. Nikki4 May 2009 at 21:32

    @ Surabhi Pratap

    I agree, it feels amazing to be in love! I have blogrolled you!

    @ Vinnie

    Thanks a lot!

    ReplyDelete
  15. Dream'R5 May 2009 at 15:31

    my my my...thats some poem u ve got there deary....quite descriptive too..

    nice work

    luv
    amith

    ReplyDelete
  16. Nikki5 May 2009 at 15:54

    @ Dream'R

    Hi! Thank you and nice of you to stop by.

    ReplyDelete
  17. sujata5 May 2009 at 20:20

    hey Nikki..You shd have sent a link to this blog..I keep chking your mumbai blog..hmm this is fantastic..great going girl!!

    ReplyDelete
  18. Nikki5 May 2009 at 20:22

    @ Sujata

    Hey! Hehee...glad you liked this. Keep visiting!

    ReplyDelete
  19. Julia Smith5 May 2009 at 20:57

    I LOVE your new profile pic.

    ReplyDelete
  20. Nikki5 May 2009 at 21:37

    @ Julia Smith

    Thank you! thank you! :)

    ReplyDelete

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