Porcupine?... Oh, Come on...

Porcupine? Seriously, Oh, come on Bubbles. Porcupine or whatever rhyming to it, you do not match the description at all and you will never match it. So, again I ask, Porcupine? Oh, come on Bubbles. Scrap it. I still do not understand how you could come up with such a term. Still, the least time you spend looking at yourself in the mirror itself is enough to dismiss such thoughts from your head. 

Friday...

Friday! And, it is the day for them to meet. As if by magic, it always happens on a Friday. Both of them were born on a Friday as well. She never believed in such special days. For her, everyday is a good day. He always celebrates Fridays especially if it was for a meet on that day. Hurriedly, they got up, got ready and started to meet each other after a few months break. 

Dot Dot Dot...

These are times that ask for a lot of belief and faith in ourselves. So much so that the heights of our belief and faith would make people think we are insane. Well, it is actually the proportions that are insane. If we cling to sanity in everything, it is inevitable that everything in us would be labelled as perishable. Is everything in us perishable? Can we let it be so? Because, there are certain things in us that we carry with us even after parting this mortal remains.

One long mile...

Hmmmm... 

How long has it been since a heartspeak with you. 

How beautiful it feels to confide in you. 

Time and again, the way you mesmerise me with your charm, every time it is a new feel. 

Oh celestial beauty, stop by me and let me witness a smile. 

Even if it is just once in a while, I will happily walk that one long mile.

I live in you...

Does your heart beat or is it just pumping? Does your body feel or is it just numbing? Do you eat or do you just keep chewing? Do you sleep or do you just keep rolling? Do you weep or does tears just keep falling? Do you think or does your mind do the routine? Do you meet or does your people just keep counting? Most of all, do you live or are you just existing?

What is Love?...

No.No. This is simply not acceptable. This is not how it should be happening. The heart cannot come to terms. The mind is not able to rest.  Patience is afteral only limited. Yet, time is continuing its test. This was not a casual ask. Neither was it supposed to be such a daunting task. Now, looks like we both are stuck in this permafrost. In all, this bond is certain to last. 

My Rising Sun...

The sun is a star shining bright in this galaxy like many other stars do. Yet, to the earthlings this particular star is the life giver and hence is given special importance to such an extent that the sun is treated as if it is different from all other stars that we see in the night sky. To the earthlings the sun is a big ball of fire and is worshipped as God but other stars are treated as mere twinkling dots in the sky.