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Nights of wine and love for rain 

Dawn of sun and memories of pain

Music of cigarette after sex 

Breaking every norm and lex

Torn pages of poems 

From one heart to another

Longing the calligrapher's touch 

Rough and soft like feather 

It has no claws 

It has no horns 

Pure hearts that have no flaws 

Mystery of our universe in awe

Plucking fields of avacado and strawberries

Quickly catching up with life in a hurry

Staring at the screen and watching time fly

Every song in the book has come alive

Young but intuition that is ancient

Insane but wisdom that is precious

We are Lost. We are found 

A bond that rarely comes around.

It was meant to be

Serendipity it must be

It has answered the prayers 

Ironclad armour has no more layers 

So much love. So much love

A lifetime in four blinks

We have our answers and our requests 

Wherever it goes, we shall not protest

Sweet melodies, sweet nothings

Embracing in sighs is something

Strumming fingers follow the alphabet 

Gliding over the land of caliphate

The space between spaces 

Passion in every crevice

Sometimes possessive and jealous

All the time love that is zealous

O'Lord, thank you for today. 

For the birth. For your gift. 

We receive your love. We give. 

We kneel. We thank. We live. 

O'Lord, keep us for tomorrow

For the end. For the forever.

We kneel. We love. We savour. 

"I thought you were dead". 

"No, Eve. 42 Kneels brought me back to life. Thank you Lord." 

"But, what if....". 

"No, Eve. No more doubts, fears or questions. They don't matter. Thank you Lord for today." 

p.s.- The answer to my ultimate question. My life, my universe and everything in it. 

Seven Years

Rain Rain Come again.
Today you made me drink you.
After seven years. After nine lives.

Rain Rain Wash again
Today you were a quick shower
After so much mud and grime. After so much power.

The Bloody Universe has brought aqua
Of myriad colours, some dark some light.
Two fold healing that lurks inside the stony walls.
Of broken souls, of broken hearts and minds

There is no beginning and there is no end
When two hands touch one soul gets joined
A purpose, a gift, a blessing or a curse
Maybe it doesn't matter if even one thirst gets quenched.

"Eve, don't do it again."
"Eve, don't do it again."

"It's not the same this time."
"I know. But you are the same."

"Let me live. Again."
"Graze for awhile. I will let you graze slowly because I am tired too. Then sleep forever my child."

The Butterfly Effect

"You have been really busy lately"
"Yes, Eve. I was watching a love story"

"Oh! I was doing the same here. Tell me more."
"Not much to tell. It's a sad love story."

"Hmm..but most love stories are sad. Are you crying?"
"Yes. It's about a butterfly with a broken wing who never gave up. Until she found the perfect flower."

"That makes her a lucky butterfly. What went wrong?"
" It's a long story. She found the flower but she lost her will to fly."

"Hmm..so what happened to her?"
"Her wings withered away slowly as she decided to save the flower from rain. Right now, she is behind a glass frame, adorning a beautiful wall."

"I see. A butterfly that is dead and alive. My love story is different from yours."
"Sorry I forgot to ask you. Tell me about what you saw."

" It's a long story too. There is a lot of joy, chaos, pain, hurt, humour, irony, heartbreak, harshness, mistrust, passion, tears, pride, anger, conflicts, love, forgiveness, sex, battles, insecurities, sweat, sadness, contradictions, arguments, patience, resilience, guilt in  it.
"I think I know the reason. It's the Butterfly Effect of my story." 

Drops of Ache

A fluttering mind. A chiselled soul.

Where is the long lost dream?

A blue romance. A fiery kiss.

It can be touched. It can’t be held.

Another year. Another mist.

Where is this road going?

Hand in hand. The touch of soft.

Into heaven.  Through hell’s tunnel.

A cloud of sky. A step of earth.

How will you manage?

With a smile. With a tear.

With loving arms. And a stone’s heart.

Floating Year

The Good Year

Found love. Got married.  Entrepreneurship. Freedom.

The Bad Year

Found love. Buried inside. Watched decay. Of Life. Of Relationships. Of Best friendship.

Eve! Where are you?

I am right behind you!

Why have you been so quiet?

You are not listening. Only floating.

Soul Sliver

"Hello! Eve!"
"Hello."

"I missed you."
"I know."

"I heard about the traffic jam in the parallel universe."
"Yes. I got lost navigating through it."

"Lost? You?"
"Ok Eve!. You got me! I was jet lagged after all the time travel."

"Ha! Lazy. You really don’t care about me."
"Hmm. If that’s what you want to hear."

"Hm. Cold. It’s the first month of this year. What are your plans?"
"I am sharpening my knife."

"Knife? For what?"
"For a soul sliver. I need to be alive on both planets ."

The Chronology of Adams

1. Innocence, infatuation and denial.

First kiss. First death. First heartache.

2. Lustful, brave and mechanical.

First adventure. First selfishness. First mind-game.

3. Peace, power and profoundness.

First impression. First age. First cowardice act.

4. Risk, freedom and foolishness.

First chance. First liberty. First betrayal.

5. Friendship, sex and alcohol.

First marriage. First child. First rape.

6. God, beauty and blood.

First connect. First heartbreak. First nightmare.

7. Passion, distant and vague.

First respect. First space. First babe.

8. Perfect, soul and lifelong.

First love. First sacrifice. First cross road.

9. Destiny, distance and uncertainity.

First safety. First maturity. First journey.

10. Game. Priest. Twins. 

First platonic. First silent wall. First Ghost. 

11. Brief. Brooding. Beautiful. 

First glee. First arms. First cut.