Lovely Love

I was sick. And I enjoy being in dreams when I fall ill. Illness brings about, in my dreams, the things deeper  into my sub-conscious. I had been in dreams and imaginations. My phone vibrated, I woke up. It was my dad's text. I checked my inbox. Three or four unread messages. All from him. Some received around 6:30 am something..
I texted him back. He phoned. It was my mom who talked. Asked if I was Okay. Wished me good luck. Loved me.
I live in a hostel, away from them.
I loved them. This act made my day.
I felt full of energy. Yes, there is someone who cares without any reward. Oh yes. This is real happiness. Peace of mind. Most of us dont understand. I must do the same. Parents are something who wait for you till you wake up and ask you if you are okay. And I bet you wont expect this from your girlfriend. :)

Coffee..

He still remembered the way it was. The stuff  - a cell phone, a watch and a little lust.
" I wish I could have coffee with her again. " He tought while romancing with her memories. Time's diplomacy is always unpredictable. It moulds you the way it has to do.
" I am in love with my memories. " December mornings with the cups of coffee. And a little untold short stories.
He saw her coming towards him. Her radiant beauti. Elegant smile. Never changed. He felt like she felt for him same as he.
They were sitting face to face.
" You still love me? " She asked after a pause.
" What do you think? "
" I dont know. "  He always  wanted  her replp to be like  this.  He loved it.  He could see himself in her eyes. He smiled.
" Lets enjoy the coffee for a moment. It's been a long time. "
She smiled. She knew what he meant. :)

17 Days Back

She is around... I am confident to say something from the heart.
' Madam! I am falling, badly, in love with you. '
I say and turn 180 degrees, begin to run far away from her. I wish I could get a pause in me. I wish I could hear what she said. No! Not at all. I was to say just. What a confusion in my antonymous thoughts.

I light a chocolate cigarette. I can feel its warmth on my lips and sweetness too. But I have forgotten the brutality of the smoke deep deep into my lungs. Smoke is indeed smoke; Take it deep into your lungs, mix it with blood and feel free. Feel Weightless.

Motionlessly, I am staring at her. She is ,probably, looking at me with an amazement. She has got a spark in her eyes now. I found myself with words echoing in my mind:

' Close your eyes! All you need is a Kiss! '

I can feel the warmth of her lips on mine. Kissed. I just open my eyes. No buddy. No one. Me and the silence! Was it a dream? She lost herself somewhere. She's lost here existence.

Ha! A Dream!