Residing in love.

Dearest...

This , the second Thursday
That got menustrated.
The first got cancelled on a railwaystation
next evaporated in Bhopal air.

This is the second thursday
that i waited dearly for.

Nice dismissal of blood and thirst.

Where have you gone without leaving a road

Tomorrow
I will see, written
all the past evasions
line by line on your naughty face.

Tomorrow
I will wipe, from your eyes
all the words of misforfune.

Residing in your love
a steady process of living.
Living a continuous
state of anticipating.

Waiting with a half filled bowl
for the liquor of the rest of letters
that writers attempted
from centuried behind...

Residing in your own halfknown world.
residing as an ambigous word.
Waiting on this shore
of a word, that you uttered, in the beginning of the world.