ember

the warmth of an almost-touch
outlives the fire of bodies spent.

softer than skin,

quieter than longing,
louder than what was never said.

soar

it is not those beautiful feathers you fly with; for flying, it is wings you need.

malice in wonderland

have faith in your warm being

and it shall e x p l o d e into tiny splinters

on the tip of your finger
like a doe in heat

tip of the tongue

unleash the whip

work harder

it is still inked with

the ounce of blood lost

still a long, long

long way to go

before it is toasted

to satiate the palette

just about right

Blip!!

Nolan checks out Ghajini, turns to aamir...

(hisses)

" arrre youuu SERIOUS?? "

*Bursts a pumpkin on his Head*

Fart!!

Claustrophobic?
Oh! You mean afraid of Santa?
No, am not...