Some days

some times days pass
silently,unnoticed;
you live through them
but only later feel it.

you no longer desire
some one to love you
you realize the feeling
is just there,inside you.

some times days pass
seemingly uneventful;
you live through them
feeling so peaceful.

you forgive yourself
and forget the hurt;
you feel good for times
you remember,you loved.

some times days pass
unbelievably thought of;
how it changed your life
you imagine but not know.

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Tea powder

She saw him come to his usual place in the balcony with a book, look no where but for his cushion, sit and start reading. She had been waiting for him for about half aan hour now, but wasn’t yet sure how to approach.

She stood there for another five minutes, in the balcony overlooking his, before she mustured the courage to say “excuse me, what book will that be ?”.
He looked startled,as his eyes set on her. she continued “the one in your hand .. what book is that ?”
He smiled and replied shyly “Harry Potter and the dark Prince.. I. uh .. had nothing else to read today. Didn’t get time to go to the library you see.”
She smiled understandingly, though she did not understand why any one would be ashamed of reading Harry Potter. She herself had read the whole series thrice.

“Do you read too ?”
“Yes, a lot actually. And i have read this one too”
“Still you could not recognize this one !! It isn’t that dark under the street light i assume”, he gave a meaningful look.
“You are right. I asked about the book just to initiate a conversation. Actually I needed a favour…”
“Sure, how can i be of help miss..”
“Riya”
“Hi, Sahil here. Now what can i do for you Riya?”
“I am out of tea powder. I assume you have some tea powder at your place. If you could ..”
“Sure you can get that,but on one condition .. I want to have a cup too”
“Done” she beamed,”let me fetch a bowl”
“sure, And i will get you my mug and the tea powder of course”

Self admiration

my smile arrives,
from lips to eyes,
i hug myself tight
smile getting bright.

i gaze into my image
reading my soul’s page,
and bend my head a little
like solving some puzzle.

hug
dreamy hug

then suddenly i feel
as if you can see me,
i bury my blushing face
into my hug’s empty space.

before i can recover well
from this act of foolishness,
often i get your sudden call
as if you really read my heart.

i smile on being questioned
“what you busy doing my love”
how to tell i was admiring myself
but the admiration is yours to tell.

Vitiate

Some people make you complete;some just vitiate;you were the latter,i realized a lot late..

my dreams are his widow;he the one to Vitiate their hues.my words r now tears;when i thought joys are due.

as much as your touch stimulate;i won’t say it doesn’t vitate my ideas ๐Ÿ˜‰

More usage andmeaning f the word here

<musings of a healing soul and a warrior of words>