A letter undelivered….


Years ago it started with a letter, or was it an innocent note, passed during a class? 
It was back in those years of adolescence and innocent pain.
I cannot remember what we wrote about but then again we wrote about everything that was important to us then!
A little note from you, then a reply from me, it went on like this for some time.
It was within those few pieces of paper that we folded our entire world.

I remember flowing in the beautiful torrent of emotions as you gently guided me. 
I remember my short replies to your long letters.
I remember sharing a piece of my life with you.
I remember the day I brought everything to a stop. 

Your letter was the last and I never replied. 
The last letter from me to you was left undelivered. 
I remember burning those letters without a hint of emotion and later regretting it.
Although it might not make a difference to you now, I wish to write once to you and deliver this package of memories.
I wish to deliver that last letter that was left undelivered.

– signed Tortoise…

Setting sun in a rainy month




Scene of the setting sun on a day in a rainy month is a sight to behold. 
If your’e lucky then it doesn’t rain and the clouds are just lined up on the horizon.

 As the sun gets ready to dive, the clouds take their turn, one by one,  playing the game of hide and seek. The soft rays of the sun join in, illuminating the soft cottony mass of clouds with warm light. The sun keeps peeking through the gaps of this cottony mass, blinding at times and at times soothing. The edges of these clouds get lit up with golden light and streaks of light filter through, bursting out from the seams. 

The sun is dying out but not without a fight as the clouds try to calm him down and divert his energy. The sky slowly turns dull and the blue is replaced by the gray as large heavy clouds rumble into position as if to wake up the earth from a trance and drench it with much needed drops of life.


My precious…


You stand inclined in the corner, tempting me.
Your golden face shining in the dark.
I’m pulled towards you, incessant desire rising in my heart.
All I want to do is hold you close and get lost in your world.
You open up with ease, revealing the treasures within.
I want to drink you like wine, savour you.
You overwhelm my senses with your smell, intoxicating, soothing.
I run my fingers down your spine, tracing your curves, the texture.
And then the magic starts as you open up.
I can feel your grasp tightening on my soul, my mind.
I am lost in you, as if forever.
Now I can only recover when your’e done.
How I wish this feeling would last, but alas…
Though I leave you in the corner again, my mind never does.
That’s how much I love you…….Ooh My Precious!