The Red Bangles

The tiny driblets
of the perturbed rain
cohered to the serene window,
revered it's placid opacity too.

The gust draped him with
a frisson of the yesteryear,
(entombed memories!)
when the red bangles
clinked from the
untouched manuscript of love.

V@@S...

-from the Red Bangles and other stories.

I don't love,
I don't hate;
I observe.

I don't succeed,
I don't fail;
I learn.

I don't give,
I don't take;
I take care of.

I don't reach,
I don't find;
I walk.

I am not a noun,
I am not a pronoun;
I am a verb.

I don't belong to a state, country or continent.
I am energy and the universe is my only abode.

X- You read a lot!
Y- Sometimes, I prefer being read too.

Sweetheart, the only thing is, brain doesn't come with any pain receptors. It feels no pain. Hence, I choose brain.

Invest in memories.
When you will be old and grey,
You'll have a lot of stories to tell.

Loneliness is elusive but Solitude is substantive.

He loved, he lived.
It was the mask that did the magic.
Meandering memories were mapped in the heart.

***
Ah my love!
Little did you know,
All he could have given in return is anything.
Yet, he chose to give nothing but a silent promise..
An identity lost, agonies camouflaged!

V@@S..