Blackboots...

There I stood by you with my black boots on,
somehow a bit similar to yours,
I wonder if we belong to a common world in anyway,
‘May be’ was the only consoling word I had.
You walked,
I walked,
we walked,
I found the invisible distance in-between.
I widen my steps to walk with you,
my soul smiled secretly the time,
when you gestured to stay with me,
Happy was my soul.
You looked down the city combing your hair with your fingertips,
when I watched our shoulders leaning one another,
you were busy lightening your cigarette,
when I whispered my wishes with the sunset.
We, lost in our world of dilemma,
searched for words to bring up time,
when the silence spoke more than words,
lifting our eyebrows,
was all we did.
The chilled wind bounded the evening,
when the comfort created the romance,
and the romance wrapped around the fingertips,
it rolled so perfectly,
that I only remember the playful touch.
Maybe this is what people call love,
And maybe this is what I call a touch of romance.


Mashutzo Writes.

Litlle italy made me feel little happy....

i loved the every corner of the indoor....pleasant 

i realized i was in the perfect place to enjoy the overwhelming dinner and when it is italian, then it goes beyond the expectations...

it was raining and i thought it stopped but then it was raining again, watching the place around and mesmerized with the moment, i went on with the piece of napkin and the pen....

The rain is stopping but the feelings that I have within me are running fast.

Why??
Don’t know...or am I avoiding ‘The reasons’???

Watching the people pass by the zebra-crossings, I feel like walking with their steps just to know ‘how do they see the moment they have now??

Are they like me????
Thinking and always wondering about what is going around me, is that fine???

Do I deserve them at all??? Or are they just not leaving me alone??

Twinkling neon lights far across the buildings just took my attention.

I watched and kept my eyes on there as I could notice the people hopping and dancing.

Wonder how many people in there are confused of their Life???

Wonder how many people are going to realize their life is different from those of the Neon-lights.....and I wonder and  wonder..

The rain seems not to end completely as for now, and I just realized that I have to reach home before I get a call reminding ‘I am late’.

VENUE: LITTLE ITALY
DATE:5/9/2012
TIME: 8:23 PM

Mashutzo Writes.