I miss you, full stop not comma

I hate to miss you

and then you keep coming by

in those fonts

and in those colours

You must have been a magician

playing your disappearing acts

loving applauds of sweet kinds

but what about the sweeter kinds?

I count on the moving buses

looking for faces that almost look like you

I search and sigh

I know I wouldnt find you

Inching thoughts of your day

I wonder why you are so far away

I design and structure my thoughts

to fit in some logical answer

How I would sulk

how I wouldn't even mind

I juggle moods in a second

As soon as I see you

No pinks no purples

I like when you are not around

They all fade a shade

that's when I know

I do, I miss you

Not caressed, not seen

those moods fly in my time

die a sweet death

when you make me smile

Times when you are here

but only in thoughts

there is a spot so vacant

waiting to be occupied

Waiting dot

Waiting commas

Waiting rests in my letters

Waiting rests in my eyes

Told and untold

but it's always there

Too used to

Too love in to

I would declare a war one day

Not wave or smile

if you came my way

but imagine of the misery

If i miss even when you are to stay

How much i would miss if you were gone away....

--

Divya

Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity.

We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand-and melting

like a snowflake...” ~ Francis Bacon Sr.

Hazy Moon and lazy nights

Hazy Moon and lazy nights
twisting heads in traffic as they go by
a halt at the red is all you need
thank god for signals and that speed

A moment to spare to look at the time
you would have the second to see another second
what keeps you so busy i ask
not that a clock would have a better answer

We tread so much like it
same paths, same ways, same pace, same place?
randomize the moods,
and you see there good times and better ones

Clicking and picking
picking and clicking
Doing and undoing
undoing and doing.

I kid not,
for this is what we do.
and hazy moons and lazy nights
do this to me from time to time..


They trip me, they fall me
I almost look like a fool
For they dont see, what cam I do ?
the hazy moons and lazy nights