**Those Sleepless nights**
I tend to remember those sleepless nights
when the darkness would reach its peak
the stray dogs would also have slept
being tired of howling and barking till midnight
when with the slightest of moves the body made
a flood of sound waves emerged in all directions
when I would not be able to see my own hands
but I could easily imagine you by my side
When we would listen each others' silence
The music of the oscillating breathe pacified the soul
the feeling of you being with me
would take away all my pains
For a while, I would forget the day's ordeal
We would be in a world of our own
With the breaking of the dawn, the God of sleep would slip in
we would lie in his arms but still in dreams of each other
We would talk in dreams, our words turning into murmur
which we could never fathom, but love
the voice in its frailties as soft as clouds
and we would reach our heaven
**Those talkful days**
I tend to remember those talkful days and evenings
when we would talk incessantly
talk of the friends, the strangers,
the work, music, the neighbors..
Oh!! the list is unending
everything that comes under the sun
was part of our subject
I would cry for my failure at office
and you would boost my morale for the better me
we would talk like Einstein sometimes, the other times stupid fellows
We would think of the future,
share the past and live the present
we used to steal some minutes just to talk
till I waited for the lunch room to be vacated..
In bus or on road while travelling,
Reading your texts, I would laugh my heart out
behaving like an insane in front of the fellow pedestrians
I would forget my whereabouts, finding only you all around
the biggest of my problem would vanish
with a mere thought of sharing it with you
you had become my journal then
If it was not you to talk to
it was you to talk about..
I never knew you were becoming a part of my time
you became a part of me
**Those hasteful mornings**
When the whole world would have begun its daily chore
the time less short to be noon
I would wake up to welcome a new day, by your call
and equally sweet good morning wish
then run away to not be late for breakfast, though eventually would be
I enjoyed the haste, it used to turn to a story to be told in the eve
I would gallop to work,
wanting the elevator to go more slow
till I bid you good bye until we could meet for lunch..
I tend to remember those sleepless nights
when the darkness would reach its peak
the stray dogs would also have slept
being tired of howling and barking till midnight
when with the slightest of moves the body made
a flood of sound waves emerged in all directions
when I would not be able to see my own hands
but I could easily imagine you by my side
When we would listen each others' silence
The music of the oscillating breathe pacified the soul
the feeling of you being with me
would take away all my pains
For a while, I would forget the day's ordeal
We would be in a world of our own
With the breaking of the dawn, the God of sleep would slip in
we would lie in his arms but still in dreams of each other
We would talk in dreams, our words turning into murmur
which we could never fathom, but love
the voice in its frailties as soft as clouds
and we would reach our heaven
**Those talkful days**
I tend to remember those talkful days and evenings
when we would talk incessantly
talk of the friends, the strangers,
the work, music, the neighbors..
Oh!! the list is unending
everything that comes under the sun
was part of our subject
I would cry for my failure at office
and you would boost my morale for the better me
we would talk like Einstein sometimes, the other times stupid fellows
We would think of the future,
share the past and live the present
we used to steal some minutes just to talk
till I waited for the lunch room to be vacated..
In bus or on road while travelling,
Reading your texts, I would laugh my heart out
behaving like an insane in front of the fellow pedestrians
I would forget my whereabouts, finding only you all around
the biggest of my problem would vanish
with a mere thought of sharing it with you
you had become my journal then
If it was not you to talk to
it was you to talk about..
I never knew you were becoming a part of my time
you became a part of me
**Those hasteful mornings**
When the whole world would have begun its daily chore
the time less short to be noon
I would wake up to welcome a new day, by your call
and equally sweet good morning wish
then run away to not be late for breakfast, though eventually would be
I enjoyed the haste, it used to turn to a story to be told in the eve
I would gallop to work,
wanting the elevator to go more slow
till I bid you good bye until we could meet for lunch..
