Uncomfortably on one shoe,
this Cinderella of Bangalore,
stood  in front of "Infinity mall"
(No prince could miss a girl here)
peering in to every funky car,
from the wee hours.
With the other shoe in hand
for easy identification, (how smart!)
her lovelorn prince, fell asleep
at the precise time
when his taxi passed her.

"i miss you"
has become a secret mantra
i live it out
in silence, with
a smile as a defence.

saying it out loud
to you, to anyone
would be a crime
for there are some dark places
one simply cannot revisit.

I broke through the clouds,
I transcended the storm.
All the while I thought I was escaping doubt,
Rushing with the wind back to your arms.

I found I don't need your refuge.
Rather, you don't offer me refuge.
You are the storm.
In trying to escape, I only became ensnared in your downward spiraling funnel cloud.