you planted kisses on my skin,
as if you were a kid painting on a black canvas
now that they've turned into bruises,
only reminding me each day of our embraces
bruises will fade,
so will everything?
Can you continue to paint my skin
in between our dreams where we meet?
May 7, 2023
May 7, 2023 at 2:39 AM UTC
Between now and then;
this is all we really have
and, not have.
Between you and me;
tender love, tearing hearts
from afar.
Between your yes and no;
are all those words
I can't say.
Apr 27, 2023
Apr 27, 2023 at 12:42 PM UTC
if I asked you to stay,
and you stayed.
can we build houses,
somewhere you would like to live
with your favourite colours.
would you like an attic,
or would you prefer a balcony with plants?
Perhaps, we should get a nice sofa,
with house full of your favourite lights and lamps.
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 11:46 AM UTC
It is hard not to think of you, and it gets trying
when the thought of you hits me hard.
I know, missing you is a vice.
Like I've told you, I have some kind of addiction.
it seems like you're my vices,
so tell me, how can I quit you.
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 11:27 AM UTC
I've replayed the many times;
walking down the streets with you
and us, sitting next to a river.
Maybe because water is calming, so are you;
to me.
That night, I watched the river glistened,
under the city lights and it was,
ebbing and flowing.
Like my heart,
under your traffic lights.
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 11:25 AM UTC
you asked me what does
interlocking fingers mean to me;
I closed my eyes and silence filled the room
what I did not say was this -
I felt like my soul was interlocking with yours;
I felt like my heart becoming tender to you;
I felt like consuming you
and the moment just flashed past.
what I did not say was -
can you stay; just linger bit more?
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 11:21 AM UTC
the last time I saw you, was in my dreams.
it was New York, and snow was hitting the border of my heart.
at the corner of my eyes, I looked at you from afar.
I wished it stayed.
the snow, the bedsheet, my heart.
Jun 13, 2022
Jun 13, 2022 at 10:00 PM UTC
Remember those nights
when i handed my heart to you
I will cry, it was almost like a ritual
a mother sending her daughter far away
knowing she might be in a better place
of security/happiness with,
the possibilities of isolation/ loneliness,
never returning to its own belonging
because after all, daughters are for departures
That was how i felt every single time
I bow down on my knees and held your hands
feeling the creases on your palms,
taking pauses in between the choking,
asking you to not break this very soul
it was a silent plea, i wished you listened
my heart was not an entity, it was a privilege
to loving you, the whole of you
that you never saw and never will -
You have not just broke my heart,
you broke my entire, the entire soul
and it was me, screaming.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC