A touch of your Grace...

A chapter new
a story old
an open book
with bends and folds;
A broken heart
some broken ties
a weary soul
deserted eyes.

A solitude
a dark recluse
all locked up
a spirit consumed;
A pool of blood
some unsure cuts
her trembling hands
a blissful hurt.

The pain consumes
and time slows down
another stranger
an unknown town;
A life forlorn
another realm
eternal peace
a journeys end.

Before she drowns
before she falls
one last breath
one final thought;
A struggle within
a cry for help
a new found closure
receding steps.

A healing touch
a twist of fate
an answered prayer
amazing Grace;
An angel descends
he makes her believe
she finds new hope-
An ecstasy.

A ray of light
a leap of faith
the end of despair
a higher solace;
A reason enough
a brand new life
she now stands tall
no longer denied.

There's a Calming way about you

There's a calming way about you...
Yes you have a way with me;
Only you can shut all the noises
And make me feel complete

There's a calming way about you...
I feel it in your embrace;
When you kiss back and hold me tight
The world just goes away

There's a calming way about you...
Every time i see your eyes;
I lose my way and I cant think straight
But you bring me back to life

There's a calming way about you...
Something that they'll never see;
And I can fly to the moon and back
Just cause you believe in me

There' a calming way about you...
this thing I can't explain;
I crash, I fall, I bruise, I hurt
But you make me rise again

There's a Calming way about you...
Something I'll never admit;
You are the guy who holds me down
You are my perfect fit

There's a calming way about you...
Yes you have your way you see;
You're the only home I've ever known
Your the reason why i breathe.

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Ps- I take back everything i said about Mumbai.U all were right all along.Its Glam and flashy and fastpaced...But 'home' is where the heart rests, and in my case literally :P Cant wait to get back :)

A picture, a memory and a perspective...

“I can't really explain what i am trying to say here....but there is this something, which is so compelling and unresolved about this picture. I guess I am just drawn to black.....”

“Of course you are”, he smiled - the all-knowing self assured smile which underlined the state that i had allowed myself to slip into.

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I have always loved the theatricality of black and white pictures.

The depth of the greyscales, the play of the light and dark textures; unfolding and absorbing the spectrum with an poise of their own, while withholding a memory that will last forever....

And this is exactly how I would like you to remember me.....no more in retrospection or unanswered questions, but in our moments of joys and sorrows, wrapped in seamless lights and shades.

So long.