Tired

am tired... just blank tired..
there's no thought in my head, no feelings in my heart..
no plans for tomorrow, no pending work
no hurry about cooking, nothing about the trip tomorrow

am tired..

Is it over??????

I didn't speak to him any of what I was feeling..
But I felt he was closed too.. was he tired of trying to make an effect..

Or Is it all over.. was that our last private meeting...
what do I tell my heart which is beating..
what do I tell my eyes which does not meet him eye to eye..

He's leaving and will we meet after that. was this meant to be like this..
what was my purpose in meeting him..
Did I mean anything to him...
will he call me again..

I yearn for him .. I ll miss his voice, his charming ways, his smile and the way he says
#@!#@^%

He'll be in my dreams, thoughts and my eyes..
And that will be enough for now..
And tomorrow I'll forget him to move to the next one

Did you find me

Did you find me..

I lost myself in the rush hours of the day..
somewhere in the sleep at the night..
somewhere on the road to Pondicherry...
some time between the dreams and the reality..

Or was it when I was burning the midnight oil
and preparing all those reports...

was it when I look'd at him and got lost in his eyes
or when I got drenched in the rain and walked..

Did you find me.

Am I there in your thoughts during the day..
Do I torture you in your hot dreams during the night..

Was I there in the beach that we passed by where the sun was setting..
Was I there amongst the endless stream of people passing by the airport entrance.

I miss me.. Did you find me...

the missed rain...

it rained and rained ....
there was the cool breeze outside....she could sense that...
twas warm inside.. she had the fan switched on...
she continued reading the Archies she had in her hand.
past an hour, her friend called and spoke about the wonderful climate and the way it filled her with happiness and good memories. She felt good hearing her after a long time.She smiled and stepped into the balcony...

It had stopped raining....

I am...

restless to start with. Many thoughts crowd around, plans for the day goes haywire.. and sometimes I wonder what have I been doing with life..
Has it been a waste of life, of all the good things I have had..
cud someone else have made better use of my life...
would someone else want my life..
Nope .. I realise I would not want to trade on my life for anything.
I luv myself, my hubby and our times..
I luv my life guys.. whatever is happening and however it is..

Myself..

Is there someone called me, myself..
Yes I believe somewhere not deep inside for I am quite sure I am there for others to see...
And yes I do feel the anxities and pangs, in addition to the roles that I fulfill..
This is a new addition for me, where I yearn to express myself, my longings, needs and confusions...