Intoxicating Love.

My lips against hers, 
   Those soul engulfing silent whispers.

Slipping my tongue through hers,
    Burning passions fuelled our desires.

Stared deep into her oceanic eyes,
     To find dreams similar to mine.

Sliding my hands against her thighs,
      Kisses and the deep sighs.


Enamored by the softness of her lips, 
     How I wish it would never ended.

For within me I held the one,
      Lady I loved.

       Who makes my heart rush with,
      Her most delicately deep touch.

We loved till,
      The universe and the pains, mattered no more.

Promises, broken for love.

She: You know we can try and make this work.
             He: I guess, we can.

She: But you need to assure me of certain things? Can you promise?
             He: Like?

She: Like, give me a promise me that you’ll never leave the hand soap box empty.  You’ve to promise me when when you drop that cup of tea, instead of leaving it like that you will clean it up. 
             He: No, I won’t promise all that. But take my word for this I’ll never leave you hands and your life empty of all the happiness. I promise to be there for every drop of tear, that life may ever offer you and clean it up with kisses.

She: I think I can manage with that.
              He: And I’ll need some promises too?

She: Let me know, I can try.
              He: You should never drag me along in chick-movie, where the guy cries more than the girl. Promise me you won’t spend half of my salary on dresses and shoes you’d probably never even wear.

She: Not done. But I will drag you along into the bed when we’re soaked to the bone with rain and our teeth are clicking and our hands are the only things warm on our bodies. I will promise that I’ll spend half my thoughts on ‘you’ and the other half on ‘us.’ And yes..
              He: Yes?

She: You’ve to love me the first thing in the morning even when my breath smells like last night and poor decisions. And to love me in the afternoon when I’m upset at you because your love would keep me in senses. Promise to love me at night when I’m cooking and impatient for that dinner because I couldn’t taste the food before serving as I was thinking about tasting your collarbone.
            He: Quite simple for me, I promise to love you always. Even when you’re stupid, gross, irritating or embarrassing.

She: Thanks! And I’ll try to be a little more sane.
            He: LIAR!

Of dying hopes, a fading voice and love forever.

She never left staring outside the window since the last two days.

In spite of the world tried to convince how impossible it was, she felt content and hopes of finding those precious memories she seem to have now lost. May be she will hear the thunderous sound of his bike once more which would freeze right outside her house and she could reach out to the door to hug him again.

Time froze in those moments
Earth used to skip a spin
Her thoughts used to fade
With him, everyday a new life begin.

Even against her hopeless hopes, the unchanging view outside the window made her think how dwelling on past is useless and there is nothing to happen, anymore. But Arjun remained in her breaths, her soul.

"Why don’t you ever get fat?" he had teased her once, leaning towards her while she enjoyed her favorite chocolate ice-cream. She looked at at him and her smile widened. The dimple was back on her cheek as she grinned at him, her blue eyes shimmering like the sun-kissed surface of some perpetually tranquil ocean. Her hair was a piece of art in itself, glowing with masterful strokes of brown and auburn and gold.

They shared those moment like
Riding on a wondrous flow
Of love's mighty river
Such passion no one ever know.

Back in the present, she lost a breath and skipped many heart-beats at the almost tangible memories of his hands. By fate’s cruel ways, life ensured that she would never feel those strong hands around her again.


But his touch wasn't all that she longed for. Nor was his smile. What she wished for the most was the sound of him saying her name:


Amazing when someone in love with you, how they take your name is different. You know your name is safe in their mouth. The sound of it in his mouth was exquisite, like chocolate melting slowly on the tongue. Whether it was a soft, intimate murmur or a faraway call, the sound was just as beautiful. But...
No, she thought, moving away from the window for the first time since his funeral. He would never be completely gone nor would he be completely hers anymore, thought Isabel.


Calls Unanswered. A Letter Unread.

27th July, 2010.
12:30 am
She calls him for the first time.

"You there?"
"Say something?"
"Please talk, when you can. Bye!"

12:45 am
The 2nd time.

"I know you’re there. Aren’t you?"
"Listen, Arjun. Its very urgent!"
”Go to hell.”

12:52 am
The 3rd time.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean that.”
"Talk, please?"
"You know I can’t bear this much pain anymore.. I need to hear you!"

1:25 am
The 4th time.

"Please.....Please. I'm begging!"
"Okay, I won't do it anymore. Goodbye!"

1:29 am
The 5th and the last time.

"Seems I’ve bothered you enough."
"I know you’re listening, Arjun."
"You will regret. Or may be I will. Bye."


2:34 am
Arjun calls her back

"Hey! You wanted to talk? Sorry, I was away at a friend’s party.."
Hello Aisha?
"I think you’ve slept, give me a call. And take care"

29th July, 2012
A note.

Dear whoever is reading,

You discovered this letter too late. I’m no more. I wanted to talk to him but I wasn’t as necessary to him. I hope he now realizes how much he meant to me, but I just got tired of waiting. May be I didn’t have enough patience or may be he never loved me. Or may be I loved him more than I should’ve..

         ~Yours forever,