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Farewell & Pixie Dust

People move, They move around quite so lot And some place they stay For quite some time Maybe strike a match, With some similar minds Nobody knows how or when But when that happens, People gather memories I call them pixie dust ‘Coz I love to fantasize Slowly and so slowly All the little dusts Gathers up and settles down But people move, And when they do, All the pixie dust that has gathered Glitters like in sun Spreading the warmth And all the emotions That’s packed in, Pours out like rain And sweet as it is to have be en with you, It is time for you to move too As much as I want you to be here It is only fair to tell you farewell, now And here we go, A little something , For the special someone ! I remember the first time I met you, crystal. Abhijit sir had told me that I will no longer be there in his team and has to shift to Compass . And that day you came and took me with you. I could not expect anything for i...

Touch



A gentle stroke.

A warm touch.

Yes, Fingers touch you. Sometimes, the same ones. Some other times different ones. They stroke you gently. Sometimes gently. Some other times, roughly. They wander over you. Touch every inch of your being. They explore you. As bare as anything can be, you lay still. So still. And you don’t cringe. And you don’t even elate. And those fingers, they don’t stop their war on you.

What is that, which took hold of you? You’re ingrained in that bed. So strongly. You could easily be mistaken for a figurine. But you’re not. And that’s where the curve of story takes. Why would you do that? Why would anyone do that for that matter?

Well, let me not prejudice you. As everything has a reason; you may have yours too. Your part of bargain. Your claim. What makes you do what you do? Um, who am I to ask you this anyway? Oh you care! ‘Coz, I’m the one who touch you; who touched you; who’ll gladly touch you again and yet again.
Touch me Don't!

Don’t you think it’s nonsensical of me to do the same thing over and over again? Well, this thirst of human beings, can never ever worn out. Never. And, you know what? You show me the world for its vastness in totally different dimension. The other-worldly visions I see through you! The pleasure I experience through you! The things I discover everyday! You can never imagine. But, you’re so ignorant of what you can give; what you can show. As in, the books being the wit-givers don’t even knowing what Alphabets are! Do they? Ironies aren’t they? Oh yeah, Irony has its own way of play. And, so am I.

Enough of that darling. Well, I didn’t mean it to be a rude-awakening. Did I? Ah, my dear! We’re bonded for eternity. And you’re the gift of technology and human-wit to me. Embedded in that electronic board, you look so cute. Like a mirror, you show everything but you don’t see anything. You teach me. And…

Love you dear Touchpad/Touch-Screen! I wake up every day. And you make my day. What am I to do without you? Hmm…before it was a click. Now it’s a touch. And, I touch you! It’s never the same thing you show me. You surprise me and yet not surprised!


-Sp-

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