The waft of freshness ...

The yeast helping raise the flour ...
The soft spongy dough ...
Slipped into the oven ...
And, lo behold!
The most divine sensation ...
The freshly baked bread ...
The divine smell from the heaven called My Oven ...
I couldn't have asked for a much better experience ...
The bite into the loaf ...
An orgasmic gasp ...
The freshly baked smell ...
Of Freshly baked Bread...
The waft of freshness ...
That fills my life with bliss.

The path lost ...

A silent sigh escapes ...
The damsels pursed lips ...
She turned ...
But, all she saw was ...
A barren land ...
All that is there is a dusty wasteland...\
Vanished in a blur of dust ...
Dry leaves ...
Twigs ...
Nothing but death personified.

She watches herself ...
Bleeding to death ...
She smiles and moves further ...
The River of Death ...
Gaping at her ...
Only water ...
The colour of Blood ...
She wades through ...
The raging current taking her away ...
She walks the path all alone ...
That the river paves for her ...
Bones marking the way ahead.

She is lost ...
The path of her life is lost ...
Lost along the way are her the ones dear to her.

Conversations with ...

I have these talks ...
Conversations with People ...
Discussions with like minded intellectuals ...
Yes, I have my share of conversations ...
Must I say ...
I am glad I have these conversations.

Not glib talk ...
No shop talk ...
Talks on Politics ...
Talks on Birds and bees ...
Talks about general scenario in ...
And , around the World ...
I talk to them all ...
Who fuel my thoughts.

Then, there are these very ,,,
Personal conversations  that I have ...
With You and Myself ...
I have them all cooked up in my thoughts ...
A beautiful setting ....
You and Me ...
Talking endlessly ...
About nothing and everything ....
Yes, Those are my vivid imaginations ...
Just You and Me ....
Beside a lake ...
Sitting on a green turf .....
Just You and Me ...
You holding me close to you ...
And, my head rested on your ...
Strong yet supple shoulders.

I have conversations ....
With myself ...
All by myself I sit ....
I contemplate on life ....
Musings of events gone by ...
A slight smile ...
You and Me ...
Myself ...
The rest of the World on the Other side.

My conversations ...
They set the precedent for my life.

You changed the entire Algorithm of Love ...

We met ...
We separated ...
We met again ,,
We parted ways again .....
We met  ..
And, it all came flooding back ......
The pain ..
The ache of separation ...
Our Love ...
You changed the way of Love ...
You changed it's meaning ...
You changed it's entire Logarithm ''''
LOVE

My Selfishness ...

Sometimes all I want Is A reset button.. Not because I want To change The past.. But because I wish I could Live It again.

Yes, I Love you ....

I want you all for Myself...

But, I know ...

The Twain shall never meet ...

But,

Where is the harm in ...

Dreaming? 

So, My Darling ...

All I do is Dream ...

A dream about You and Me...

A dream about US.

Yes!

I am Selfish ....

All I want is YOU ...

Not Diamonds ...

Not Fame ...

Just Your Name as mine ...

 My Name as Yours.

Read this Somewhere ...

"Whosoever's-name-can-bring-us-maximum-gain" at heart

Your Name gives me the gain ...

The momentum to live Life...

Profound words :

"The person is merely the result of a misunderstanding. In reality, there is no such thing."

So, My Belief ...

Term it as Selfishness ...

Is a staunch emphatic ...

Statement ...

That delivers the understanding ...

I LOVE YOU

 In all my Selfishness ..

I truly Love you ...

I want to see you reaching Great Heights ...

I want to see me ...

Besides you ...

Achieving all your goals ...

Following all you Dreams ...

Who else will be fool ...

To Never believe ...

This Love Exists....

My Selfishness EXISTS.

Master_Saab: The very epitome of selfishness ...

Nothingness ...

In a high static state ...
She flies here and there ...
The clouds her carpet ...
The breeze her companion...
She moves in and out,...
Up and down ...
Testing her threshold each time ...
Flying fearlessly is all she knows ..
Now boosted in drugs ....
She flies higher ...
Limitless space beckoning ...
She propels her streamlined body ...
Countering the friction of Gravity...
Surface and Space ...
The heat ...
The Enthalpy Moment ....
Her passion and his blatant lies ...
Sleepless she watches his every move ...
What next is his ulterior motive ...
For once a cannibal ...
You remain so forever.

Nothingness comes out of Nothing ...
His passion for her shows ...
His denial to his own feelings ...
A turmoil in HIS Nothingness.

Pretty evident is his passion for her ...
Evident is his pain ...
Yet she craves him ...
The Only one whose heart she broke.

Her Nothingness melts in the dark of the night ...
She becomes one with him ...
Following every word that his pen writes ...
She of course is his ONLY Muse.

Their Nothingness is a tragic tale ...
Of the Twain that never met ...
Yet they love each other ...
Melting into each others Nothingness.

Cheers! To New Mistakes ...

Here is to The New Year ...
Here is to The New Mistakes we shall make ...
Kudos to days gone by ...
Springs, Summers. Autumns and Winters ...
All splinters  of memories.

Long forgotten friendships ...
Long gone by days of happiness ..
Long nights of Sweet nothings ...
Long wait for Euphoria.

Cheers! To the new Dawn ...
The dawn that shall see ...
Life in the fast lane ...
And creeping slowly...
A time worth the wait ...
Beckons the call of Future.