Saturday, November 19, 2011
Heightened with you, heightened without you
Posted by Rahul Bhadani at 7:06 PM 1 comments
Days are longer than dream,
Night ... smaller than nail,
With you, Life was longer than soul.
Eyes are deeper than thoughts,
Your position ... higher than attitude.
Finding you by my side was older than eternity.
Colors are richer than satisfaction,
Memories ... costlier than values,
Walking with you were moments happier than spring.
Confessing my words to you were always an act of dream, i always muse about.
Those were last days of grad schools i was with you, laughing, fighting and messing.
Emotions were heightened, compulsion going behind you
Intimacy is darker than sin,
Seconds ... shorter than a burst,
Counting you were more than all my fingers.
Stars are brighter than face,
Comets ... magical than aurora,
Lap was comfortable when it was yours.
Being with you was having world in my arms, a feeling that is left behind.
Dusk is now lonelier than ever with no shadow of ours touching horizon.
Beach is now just a place, waves come and go, leaving my heart dry and empty.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Sticky Notes of My Desktop
Posted by Rahul Bhadani at 9:35 PM 1 comments
Every words on sticky notes of my desktop counts a memory of yours;
Depicting how i am composing your picture with words.
Wallpaper is just a mere reflection of your figure in my tears;
It is a way how i am collecting your presence when I will be far away in woods

Depicting how i am composing your picture with words.
Wallpaper is just a mere reflection of your figure in my tears;
It is a way how i am collecting your presence when I will be far away in woods

Ringtone
is not a recording of your verse;
Indeed it is a clue, you are singing somewhere close to me.
My Album contain your smiles and charms;
I feel myself safe and secure in quakes and storms.
Watches and clocks remind me of days being with you;
Ticks and tocs never stop, though days are left very few.
SMS I have received, I no longer will be accessible;
I can’t Avoid my dear, how hard i am trying to be sensible.
Indeed it is a clue, you are singing somewhere close to me.
My Album contain your smiles and charms;
I feel myself safe and secure in quakes and storms.
Watches and clocks remind me of days being with you;
Ticks and tocs never stop, though days are left very few.
SMS I have received, I no longer will be accessible;
I can’t Avoid my dear, how hard i am trying to be sensible.
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