on Love...

Love found and lost again
like a gamble
A game of hide and seek
to appear in just a smile
just a tear
just a heartbreak
never in fear

The myriad fights of love
So many of them lost, so many of them won
So many of them forgotten
Never to end, never probably getting done,never being one

Does it last forever
Is it eternal
Is it a constant battle
To try to keep It real

Living in words and sentences
Trying to fill in the pages
But can words explain what the heart feels
Can the full stops and the comma explain the pause of this unending reel..

It is an endless search
Of where the heavens and the earth merge
With no beginning or ending
For there never was a start and there won't be any finishing

On Roopkund

The longer distances
The shorter legs
The travelling in the sun
The sudden haze
Its all a part of the craze
The unending maze

The meeting up with strangers
Making friends while being passengers
The uneven smiles
Reducing the stress for a while
Its all a part of the craze
The unending maze

The virgin trails
The unseen lands
The gasps , the sighs
The lows, the highs
Its all a part of the craze
The unending maze

Dusting off the old selves
The rusting minds
Finding a new me
Meeting a new you
Its All a part of the craze
The unending maze

The bonfires and the hangouts
The revealing of secrets after regular burnouts
The sharing of tiffins and tents
The mafias and the emotional cricket games
Its All a part of the craze
The unending maze

The milky ways in the starry skies
The sound of snores in the silent nights
The Stuffy bags on the icy beds
The early "jaagte rahos" and the call for teas
The walks in the windy whites and greens
Its All a part of the craze
The unending maze

Kinjal Vora and Shrey Vig