to Mukul's Meadow

Festival Of Love

Archeological Dating

Chariots Of Thoughts

Touching My Heart

Twilight Memories

Hey Doll!

Listening To Your Eyes

It Is A Bright Morning

You Are My World

Friendship Day - for a friend

Someone Knocking For Me...

Of Course...

May God Be With You

Come Touch My Soul

Being With You ...

Little Girl ...  Mashu

Grammatically Yours

A Loving Angel

Insomnia

Are You Still There Tonight..

Once Again

Why Don't We Fight Sometimes

Thinking Of You

Love Beyond Geometry

The Pen That Generates Dreams

Your Heart Is A Prism

There Is Pain ...Out There

Global Warming ... And You

Being Alone

My Diary

Missing You

Searching For The Oasis  

My Dreams And You

The Sand Storm

The Star Winked Again

A Royal Dream

My Mornings And Nights

And The Band Played On

Touched By Your Silence

Time Out From Love

The Moon Will Not Understand

My Florist... Knocks At My Door

A Red Rose .. For You

Heavy Footed

Walking Down The Kavitanjali Lanes

Mr. Photographer... Smile Please

When I Am Gone?

Shakespeare ...

Playing Golf... For You

Hope You'd Be Back...

Why Cops Do Not ....

Dream Street

Alcoholic In Love

Toothache... Eternal Love

Dear Mom

Devdas... Who Me?..

Sometimes ... With You

The Postman...

Somewhere In The Skies

Blank Pages... And Blank Heart

The English Language ...

Orange Flowers In A Blue Vase

In Defiance Of Valentine Day

Ink Drop Poetry

Me... My Car.. Cops.. And You

It Has Been A Long Time

A Prayer For You

A Flower For You

Nonplussed

Pot Of Gold

My Blues Have Just Begun

You are too close to me

How Long...

Claustrophillic

The Sea And The Sky

A Virtual Birthday Wish

Serenade... No

Hello Friend

Light Up The Stars

Just Five Days

Poem Of My Life

In Love With A Train

An Angel In My Dreams

You Remembered

A Doctor In Love

Blank Moments

Coming Home - My Love

Somewhere...With You

And God Created A Daughter

The Wails Of The Dead

Some Simple Things In Life

Holding The Universe

Dream .. So Real

Accident Prone Site

The Son And The Stars Wishing You

Make My Day

Let Us ....

A World Of Difference!!

To My Angel

A Simple Letter

I Am Crazy ... About You

Beachside Thoughts

How Can I Tell ?

Pune Weather And   You

Wish Of A Dying Man

Method In Madness

Till I See You  

I Am Not Away  

The Chicken Soup Was Too Spicy

A Romantic Microwave

Dreaming Of You

I Thought ...

In The Garden ...

  Playing Cards ... Of fantasy

Taj On A Moonlit Night

Letter To The Editor

It Rained Last Night

A Birthday Wish

Forgetting You

Two Lovers And A Moon

Sleeping For Centuries

Over A Cup Of Tea

Goodbye

Will Someone Tell Me If I Am In Love

I Miss You So

You Are Coming Soon

I Have Run Out Of Paper

Shortest Love Letter

It Does Not Happen Everyday

I Am Coming

Dream Anniversary ...

Prescription For Overweight

Thirty Two Teeth

These Days

Forever ...In My Dreams

My Eyes

Poem Sans Words

I Want You To Know.

I Have To Go ..

On The Brooklyn Bridge

'Coz I Mend Broken Hearts

Why The Fairy Goes Back...

Dear Dad

These Days

It Is Raining..

Visiting Times Bank...

Finding Words....

At A Railway Crossing

I Do Not Require A Crystal Ball

On This Sunday Night...

The Gift Of A Dream

At Four In The Morning

Not A Very Honest Mirror

Miss Understanding

 

 

 

Who am I?--a soul in love since the age I could even comprehend what love was about, had my share of heartbreaks, rediscovering love and carrying on.....What do I do ?-....understand pain, with compassion, kindness, empathy, love, and make conscious effort to relive/relieve it.....

What do I write ?.....Are they love letters/prose/ poetry, or simply communications from "Heart to Heart" 

I do not know what to call them? Should I call them love letters ? Indeed, every letter that I Write, is full of loving and romantic thoughts, but are they love letters in the conventional sense-I am not so sure..!  I can not call them True stories, as you will feel on reading them , that it is all truth and no story at all...! They do not appear to be Poems, in a conventional sense what I Write is simple Prose, but when I read it myself after writing, the way it  touches my heart----- only Poetry can !

Not that it really matters though. As long as it feels coming from a heart.  For another loving heart, it really doesn't matter what one calls them !   -    Mukul   Y

                         

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