Chiseled out

It was just you everywhere...

Every moment.
 

I parted with nights reluctantly

As my sleep would steal your thoughts away

And my dreamy mind would wander elsewhere.
 

I have no witness.

No proof.

Of my truthfulness

Or respect.
 

But it is all there.

Chiseled out

Deeply. Happily.
Inside me.

The Journey was so desired, and took so long to reach...

The Journey is over. But was it worth the wait?

Some dreams are best left as dreams. Thus they remain beautiful for ever.

And as I wondered why,

The reason came

Without letting me think through.


I just had to move along

Move on

Like caught in a flood

With such force ...and

with a tinge of enigma...

Distance seems nearer than I thought...

What is love, without a bit of distance, after all...?

I felt the first drizzle in Sudan - a few days back. Was out having coffee with some friends... a few drops fell on my hand... it was a welcome feeling. So different from the thunderous monsoon of the tropics where I used to look for places to hide!

Appearing on this space after nearly a year. I have posted many stories - in my mind. But not good enough eh? Life looked one big theatrical performance, having to manage crises of sorts - mostly work -related. What seemed a priority one day became insignificant the other day - such was the pace with which events seemed to unfold.

In Khartoum now. And it really feels I am in a different continent.

More later.