Avijeet Das

And being an obsessive man he did things normal men did not! Like he knew the number of strands of hair that her eye-lashes had!

I did put on the record player, the love symphony of Beethoven wafted in the air. You and I made love,last February on that amazing Sunday afternoon. And the neighbor's dog barked madly every time our bed creaked from all the gyrations that you and I could outmaneuver in our frenzy of wanting each other's body and soul!

If we all realized that we have limited time on Earth then we would not spend our time hating each other.

When I saw you, I discovered love!

There is an emptiness in my soul that only you can fill up!

Is that you giggling away to glory?Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?

Listening to your heartbeats, I will fall asleep.

She asks me silly questions. Like how much do I love her?I smile and look at the sky for how do I tell her that it is she who gives me my existence...

The other day she asked me "Will you forget me?"I smiled and looked at the sky and asked her: "Can the sky ever forget his moon?

Your tenderness has pervaded into the very pore of my being. Last night I inhaled the fragrance of the moon!

Last night I inhaled the fragrance of the Moon!

Her memories splashed my nights with a magical illumination. Her thoughts were my intoxication!

Some stories are incomplete but they are beautiful...

Is it the raindrops pervading my being?or is it your lips touching my skin?

Love is the only flower that blooms and blossoms without the aid of seasons.

One day she asked me: "Is this love?" I said: "If this is not love, then love is nothing!

We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me!

I don't care about wearing branded clothes or flaunting brands. But I do care about the books that I read and the music that I listen to.