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Ankit J Chheda Oct 2013
You smile like always, as you greet me,
In our time apart you've grown I see,
The absence we shared is never questioned,
You helped me look ahead to today.
It has been hard for you, I can tell,
The things that made you who you are,
While I was petty in my little solar system of needs,
In simplicity you lived the moment.
You are the bravest person I know,
With all the things you wake up to see another day,
Never giving up, never complained,
Accepting what you got, while I stressed.
I will take away from you a new beginning,
Where I will strive to be a better person.
For a friend who lost his father.
Ankit J Chheda Sep 2013
With pillows on our heart to save
From bruises and misfortune and that person we love,
Intoxicated to our toes in magic of our brains,
Holding hands to assure a future where you smile,
Waiting to make promises we will break,
But that didn't matter in the moment
Your eyes spoke to mine,
Afraid of what was coming,
Afraid that we were going to hurt later,
Yet, unafraid for it all didn't really matter,
The day stood still witnessing the sparks,
Flying from our lips as they collide.
Ankit J Chheda Sep 2013
If I could explain to someone,
They'd fall in love with you as I am,
I find you so irresistible I
Want to kiss you and say,
I don't tell the world about you,
For they'd fall in love with you as I am.
Ankit J Chheda Aug 2013
The warmth from the light kept his mind on track, he thought of one thing as the light grew brighter, the fire catching all the wood.
Light faded from his eyes, he slipped into the last ever memory he had of her. He wished he’d died, he wondered why it wasn't the last memory of his life.

She was sitting beside him on the couch, her feet in his lap. She looked so beautiful in the soft light, her eyes shone with a sparkle alive with the dancing flames.

He looked to her and said, “Always, I always am unable to tell you… You know?”

“What do you mean? What do you want to tell me?” She asked him playfully, almost teasing him.

“I mean, I like… No, I love you…” He shied away from her piercing gaze.

“Aww” Chuckling at him, she asked, “Why don’t you look at me, and tell me what you love about me?”

Like a different person, but not quite, he slowly caressed her feet, lightly kissing them, “I love your feet, yes I do. I love your legs,” He spoke in whispers between the kisses he planted on her. “I love your soft thighs, I could rest my head there all day, looking up at you laugh. I love your soft belly. I love these soft hands. I love every bit of you…” He whispered last as he began to kiss her softly. “You know how long I've wanted to tell you that I love you?”

“No. Tell me” Her voice slipped out as a caress to his ears, as from closed eyes her lips tried to find his, as he toyed with the space between them.

“I've loved for much of the little while I know you, since the day I realized you are the one I want by my side, when I look besides”
Kiss.
“You I miss when I see my empty hand. You who’s taste I’ll remember in my mouth”
Kiss.
“You I want in my hands here, forever.”
Kiss. She tried to get up, she saw her phone ring.
“Don’t go. Don’t leave please”
Kiss.
“I love you so much, you make me feel like the world belongs to us. Mine to win”
Kiss.
“Don’t go”
He looked into her eyes, that sparkled with the dancing flames from the fireplace.
He looked at her one last time.
As I wrote it on oneword.com
Ankit J Chheda Aug 2013
Staring at a hushed band of black, he was startled to realize he had been blindfolded. As he brought his hands to eyes to confirm, a soft voice said “Don’t”. He felt as if he could hear her smile. She took his hand and guided it to her face, to tell him even she had blind folded herself. She let out a playful yet nervous laugh, as urged him out of bed and onto the floor. And it began. In silence of their breathing, their hands searched each other, finger meeting finger, palm meeting palm… They began to discover each other, to feel the presence of the other, while the other obliged to play the muse. It all felt like the pause before a perfect kiss, like lips trying to find each other, their hands felt the existence of the other person, appreciating everything about them. As his hands found her face, felt what he knew knew to be the face he loved, he felt her lips, and traced her body to the curve of her neck. Swiftly he pulled her closer, hands caught in her hair, he kissed her once before they undressed.
As I wrote it on oneword.com
Ankit J Chheda Aug 2013
Here i dropped through that crack in the floor, something had happened, what I didn't know. I see a world of miracles around me, a beauty of no match. There I saw a child’s first toy, like the most precious in the world to him, there I saw another held so closely, safe in her mother’s arms. I walked about in what seemed the world of fantasy, and I couldn't help but smile at all these things around me, everyone seemed to be happy, seemed to have that very thing they’d wanted all their lives… It was a very sunny place, with all the positivity.

Spending some time there started to build in me an uncertainty, as everyone seemed to be stuck in their moment of glory, I saw events happen over again, someone running into the arms of their beloved in a wild moment, and there seemed to creep an unspoken desperation in my conscience….

Travelling this somewhat twisted wonderland, I came across something that told me what I was doing here… There I saw myself with a woman without a face, with many faces, the woman I love… The pain was numbing. This was the wasteland of lost hopes and dreams, and maybe I am here because someone lost hope on me.
As I wrote it on oneword.com
Ankit J Chheda Aug 2013
I tried to show you how much I care, if I could only make you understand that you’re perfect the way you are, nothing else of you I would ever ask, except that be by my side, a presence that makes it easier when life gets hard. You see what I mean, you know what I intend, behind my every action, and you say you want to love me back, but there’s someone who took your heart and forgot to give it back… I’m ready to do that for you too, to console you and be there when you need me, but you don’t let me be there, and I’m left with this affection going to waste and longing for a hand to come console me. Love like a video game in the console of my heart, I loose every time it seems, and every time it tells me “TO CONTINUE PRESS START”
As I wrote it on oneword.com
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