Your Unusual Trails...

Day is over as usual, thinking and unhappy about another weekday as usual, night is silent as usual, writing my diary today as usual, writing something and it will trail back to you as usual, thinking of you as usual.

Deja Vu! My table lamp is giving a bright yellow shade to the pages of my diary and every blue line words, is appearing as you walking on the sea side at the dusk and leaving the trails of your foot prints over the wet sand. Your jeans curled three times, your hair swaying with the seaside wind, your mood so lost yet your fingers tangled with mine so tightly. Shade of yellow sunlight falling over your cheeks seemed so envious to the distant clouds over the sky, that they asked the wind to annoy you, by disturbing you hairs. Wind tried to bring your hairs several times in front of your deep eyes and sea was so happy that world can't see anything deeper. But alas! you looked so beautiful when you put them behind your ear with a calm smile over your face. I hate the way you walked Snigdha!. Your footprints were never erased by the sea wave. They still appear over my diary pages.

This is so unusual.

When it rained

She looked out when it rained. silence was awakening within. frequency of the noise emanating from the coherence of dropping rain, knocked the door of silence deep inside her heart. Her mind tried to make sense of the noise as just the music of a rain but her heart realized it as silence, as always it happened. All of sudden all the frequencies on the ambiance started disappearing and she listened this silence and her senses felt a shiver and cry. When she realized the silence unlike the scientific definition of silence, she felt a thrill inside but again this was silence when she could listen to her beating heart and a loneliness, as deep inside she felt like being with someone who can listen this heartbeat along with her. She imagined; is someone somewhere in this universe could listen to her heart beat in this rain? Then she closed her eyes and felt the silence of rain with closed eyes. She felt herself out of her body, still searching someone.

It Happens Only Once.... Rest is just life...

For all those who have lost their love Love happens only once.......... The rest is just life............

My Imagination!!!

Will you stay my imagination or will I feel you ever,
I see you around me when I close my eyes,
Will you continue to do that favor?


You came and left as if you were a dream,
I am neither with you nor alone,
Why can't I scream?


You are there or nowhere,
Are you somewhere?


I miss you... I miss you... I miss you...
I miss you... I miss you... I miss you...

I Miss You...

Often I find myself alone when I am surrounded by people who seem to be concerned about me. I don't see a reason to smile when everyone else bursts out in laughter. Sometimes when I walk I feel that you are hiding from me; I look back and see void. I feel the tap of your finger at my shoulder but you are so invisible. I walk in a dark night over a long road; I feel your warmth, your hands around me when I close my eyes. I feel as if you silently walked around me and whispered, it shivers me and when I open my eyes you are just gone like one flash.



I miss you... I miss you... I miss you... I miss you... I miss you... I miss you... I miss you... I miss you... I miss you... I miss you... I miss you... I miss you... I miss you... I miss you... I miss you... I miss you... I miss you... I miss you...