Droplets

As the droplets of rain
drizzle down his window frame
he begins to write
He fiddles, he halts
because all that he can inscribe
are the secrets of a name long forgotten,
because all that he can indite
is the days spent in her company,
the midnight rides,
the beach walks,
the long chats,
the hands held,
the stolen kisses
the caustic goodbye...
He puts the pen to rest
and stares through the window at the blurred lights
Wishing the rains
would smudge his memory too..

Home

I look at you with inquisitive eyes,
You look back and I am lost.
You take my hand and pull me to dance,
All of it feels like trance.
We sit in the midst of the crowd,
Oblivious to the noise around.
I look at you yet again and you look back,
This time it dawns upon me,
that home is not a place
It is a person and lost I am no more..
You are home!


Today I feel homesick as I put you down in words
I think we know why..
If only we had tried!

The Secret

Amidst a full moon night adorned with stars, sat a table, dimly lit by candles. The burning flames highlighting their faces. They were celebrating a year of marital bliss.He had her company and yet he could not capture her attention. For she was lost in introspection, gazing at the beautiful zodiac in the night sky, reflecting upon the memories she would forever treasure.

Same night, same time, three thousand miles away, he looked up at the sky to spot his moon and smiled. A warm blanket of memories enveloped him from the cold night, memories he would never forget.

Their secret remained safe with the moon.