She

She has so much within to shower
But the soul that triggers her is only the one which doesn’t need to be quenched
She is the moonlight,
but the luminescence that draws her is the sun itself.
She so yearns to be awaited, to be sought eagerly.
But what pulls her is calm personified
She revers the desire of the first man for the first woman
What enthralls her is the monk like poise
She is the river itself, but what satiates her is the thirst for the sea
She revels in wisdom, but what enlightens her is the conquest of the curious man

He should be....

He should be ....

Tall, Fair or a little dusky, a face of straight lines, with lips pulled in.

Clean hands, clear lines on Palm, few veins sticking out.

Coffee on table, book beside, enjoying his own company.

An eye for beauty, a ear for the sounds of nature. Well traveled, well moved around.
Not only lives but sees life
Sees people for what they are. Unconventional, laid back and serious about business at the same time

Treats a person as a person first.
Soffisticated, suave, respects people
Soil with soil and rain with rain

Not hesitant to go out of the way at times, impulsive at times, doesn't think in moments that are worth only living
Humble, yet aware of his abilities
A kids laughter...
A man's poise
A lover's heart
And a doers resolve

Can hear the melody of silence
Can feel the quiet entailed in a crowd

This will moult and bring out the butterfly
And perhaps life could be close to what could be :)

Would he be as mad.... ?

Would he really stop his galloping white horse at my sight against the black clouds ?

Would he love the rains as much as I do ? 

Would he spend hours gazing at the floating clouds, with the moon playing hide-n-seek ?

Would he let the wet breeze caress his hair for eternity and still want for more ?

Would he stop by on his way just to smell the wet earth ?

Would he be as mad as to run to the terrace in the middle of the night just to welcome the untimely rain ?

Would he take welcoming it every time it starts as his religion ?

If you call it madness, pray would he be as mad as me ?

Nigahein

Nigahon nigahon me wo haal kar gaye

Bas guzre aur nihaal kar gaye

Unhe khabar bhi nahi hamari sheh ki

Aur hum apne dil se sabse ahem sawal kar gaye