What of the world when you are here?
A cosmic harmony, where no one can interfere

I found myself in his embrace,
as he peppered kisses across my face.
My fingers find his to interlace—
I never want to leave his place.

He makes me want to write again
Dumbstruck.
Composure is hard to maintain

Bunyaad ko bana te huwe,
mein apne aap ko nahin bhool sakti.

A touch of coldness
Thin frost— and now I’m closed off
Thaw me out with warmth

my parents taught me
opposites don’t just attract
they also connect

.

“You changed my life for the better.”

Sitting across from one another,
on a quiet summer afternoon,
Papa spoke to Ma.

“I became better, because of you.”

My eyes widened.

“I would’ve been lost without you.”

I tiptoed away.

“It didn’t happen suddenly,” she chuckled.

Comfortable silence blanketed the two.

“I’m glad that I chose you.”

It looked awful
It felt even worse
For a moment,
vision was laced with uncertainty

My heart tugged
I saw me
I. Saw. Me.
vision cleared about what to believe—
myself.

like, love, and in love
knowingly feeling all three
heart full— choosing clear

Hot wind and shivers.
Blue sky and darkened waters.
Nothing else around.

I dreamt of cold shores
and prayer beads, breathing in
small waves of warm sun.

I’m surrounded by a storm.
his soft lips
gentle nips
The subtle touches feel warm.

I’m surrounded by a breeze.
his growling sound
carnal cries drown
The needy aches feel ease.

I’m surrounded by a fogbow.
his smoky eyes
riding out highs
The shared worlds feel a glow.

puzzled by his brooding stare
my heartbeat quickens

static lingers in the air
my posture stiffens

I glance down at the table
then back at his eyes

to dancing fire— playful—
a sensual surprise

I lose myself in a memory of scents.

cigarettes and Chanel
spices and Spring

I lose myself in nostalgic fragments.

the place I belong
is submerged in your essence;
found and deep within

If you cover me
entirely
as a fog

Then I will warm you
entirely
as a sun