A day of love

My love - one day long,

One day of madness,

One day of song.

With crack of the dawn

and parting of the stars,

there goes my love too -

Long Live the Scars.

Glowing like a hot neon light

I had been to Kolkata this summer. It is a product of that fine trip.

I had come to her,

from far,

and a long time too.

Her eyes were burning with passion.

The spirit was aroused, inflamed

and she stood there blindling,

glowing like a hot neon light.

The gloss of the night was hers,

as was the glamour

and she stood there illuminating

a thousand passers-by.

Moonlight faded in her presence

and night took heart from her soul

as She stood there bewitching,

a world ensnared by ghosts.

The honey kept dropping from heaven,

the fireflies coming up to light...

Somehow something in me had turned -

though I kept looking afar.

You

And You

in my solitude,

my thoughts for nights at stretch.

Yes You,

in company,

where all I see is you.

Just You,

in frolic

but all I think is you.

And You,

in tears,

the tears making dew.

A love that lasts?

I will bring you a rose everyday

for years.

one day, your face will wear down

and will have lines on them

unlike the rose.

But will I go away from you that day?

Not at all,

I will be old too

and you will be all I will ever want.

I will walk with you

to the garden every evening

and one day,

our love will not be fresh as it is today.

You will not giggle at every word I say,

I will not turn my head every few seconds

to see your radiant face

but our love will have grown,

ripened with age like wine

and i know I will love you more

than I will ever have before.