SSSigh…!

Everyone out. She’s in. Her signature walk, a dancer’s. Her asymptotic look in the elevator, grazing my face like a bullet. Saw her in red today. On my floor, sitting surrounded by plants, facing me. Fully...

I know someone
Who craves for a touch of my hand
For the sound of my voice

Did they break your bangles?
Did they say, now hide your angles?

You look up from your work computer and close your eyes, willing the worlds away to flood your head. You wish you were in her world right this minute, helping with her groceries, run errands, come back home and wash...

It would be nice To touch those hands To press those fingers To take them in my hands To take them in my fingers To kiss them Feel the damp sweat of her palms on my face Would be nice To put my arm around her shoulders...

Your baby, standing on her tiny wobbly legs, Staring at you, her fingers joyfully in her mouth I am like that, when it comes to you. Who are you, then? I’ve heard it said That there is a phase women go through...