just to you Piyush.

Sometimes it's the hardest thing
To be groping in the dark
To foolishly hope for miracles to happen
And know they wouldn't come,
Cos there isn't anything being done.

It' s agonising, the stillness,
Like a dark, dark night
That just wouldn't pass away.
And one would try to climb
out of it,
Like a high, steep wall
But senselessly again,
Not having footholds or grips
Until one realised tonight
Not to claw.
To let it be.
To love him.
In silence.
It's easy to be a flower
Blossoming in the best of sunshine
And the happiest of breese.
But flowers grow...
in the weakness of
the moonlight too
They grow in an abandoned well too
And if they'd care, they bear the earth's
homely fragrance.

Moved from sunshine to night
Our love has been...
And while the abyss of your silence
Wounds my heart
Our love will still flourish
'Cos you kept it warm...
in the coldest of the nights
Kissed it in the face of your disappointments
And now its my turn
To withhold it just as strong
thru the night as it should pass
To play the part, without stains of glory
To embrace humility
To embrace your generosity
And love u i simply will
To the fullest and pettiest of my being
And in retrospect it will be...
i pray...
One of the sweetest of your memories.

Today in darkness
Waiting and hoping,
When ways of praying
Seem to have been forgotten,
Your love won't be
As every conscious moment
Is absorbed by your memory
This quietitude from you now
Also loves me so still
Like a few moments of Perfect Love
Made by us together
Left you in me.
forever.