There is a password
Which opens all my locks.
The digital diary squeaks in assent
And my cell phone loves it too.
...
A cell phone full of you
Crowding out the realms
Of all other relationships
Eating into the many worlds
...
One neat string seamless and strong
That runs through my book of life
Tying in togetherness my pages
...
A scoop of Silence splattered with sounds
Hot chocolate fudge on frozen vanilla
The taste of nuts rolling and melting
With the corn and the crowd.
...
Wax in my life,
When you do not call,
I melt, and die, slow,
Burning, wax and wick, and all
...
I Surf channels waiting
For the girl to smile, twice;
I know who she reminds me of;
...
The script that carried the play
And the actors that played the roles
The prompter behind the wings
And the lightsman right up there
...
Sometimes you ask me
Why I fall so silent on your calls,
And I tell you,
...
Incessant chatter amidst eerie silences
Self doubts, confusions, misgivings, anger,
Anguish angst pain.
...
Dear Sir,
I have drafted my report
For the last seven days.
It’s on your table, right
...
Of all the colors of the sun
The one I love is a fiery red
The color of the sun on a tranquil evening,
Bracing for another day.
...
When my life hits the rapids
And the currents lead me astray,
I fight for control
...
If I were to count the hours we spent together
Once sunny silences replaced idle chatter
Time would give way to timelessness
I would have to borrow another lifetime.
...
The smell of parting
Hung heavy all around.
A liner
Portholes full of strange faces.
...
He knows me from my other life
From the days in which I walked back home with him.
Those days were wild
...
I close my eyes,
As this journey ends.
I know this path well
I know where it ends.
...
Three women walked into the night
Steadily towards their hostel-gates.
Five wait with me at the crossroads
...
Some day, when the wheels of destiny starts creaking around me, and the groans are heard to surviving few, I might ask myself If I have lived a good life. Until such time, I live with no regrets. If life were a trade, and me a trading partner, let it be recorded that my partner has not discounted me. In this world I inherited, I stand in profit.)
Mother Of All Passwords
There is a password
Which opens all my locks.
The digital diary squeaks in assent
And my cell phone loves it too.
The files in my computer
Open by this name;
And my e-mail id too.
It’s all you; always you;
All the way down the road,
All my passwords
Have always been you.
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