Lust

The mind is restless ..
The body tired...
The spirit all but vanished or vanquished?..
Every single particle yearns for a release ..
what keeps me going..
Nothing but Lust ..
Lust for .. the obvious..

Eyes

The bus is late.. I can see it waiting for the light to turn green.. and as always she is just in time.. Looking to the right waiting for the queue of vehicles to settle down to the red lights before she can scramble across the road..

The ridiculous cap she has on forcing her curls to settle down across her face.. Panting ..a smile for the cabbie who has let her cross.. and a quick glance at me .. The smile does not fade but the smile wasnt for me ...

Of Princes and damsels

She grabbed his shirt and demanded , I came to you , didn't I? Do you need to make me more miserable ? I ... you , I cant help it . I don't want to .

*Sigh*
Cheesy and Mushy and a tale told so many times the writer is almost embarrassed to put a name against the 'she' and 'he' .

Bu it still manages to make me feel funny inside . I guess I am a sucker for those lines. Best pill to tackle post birthday depression..

I have a chance to read those line 18 more times... Looks like Vishu has arrived early,on a cold and rainy November on a piece of paradise ...

* Anknon main teri ajab si ajab si adayen hain , dil ko banade jo patang saansen yeh teri woh adayen hain'....