The one thing I regret with you is not being open enough.
I never told you how much you truly meant to me, how much your touch affected me, how much your kisses burned me.

I never told you that I had fallen for you since the beginning, when we first began talking.

I never told you how the thought of you can bring a smile to my face or send shivers down my spine.

I never told you that I had dreams of you being mine, months before we were even together.

I never told you that I had cried over you because you told me you liked her and not me.

I never told you that I was in love with you because I was scared of what you would say.

And now that I can never tell you these things, I've realised how much I really should have told you.

You know something my love.
I never realized how much
I was in love with you.
It wasn’t roses moonlight or
diamond rings.

It was the vision you painted in my mind
of an old house
with a neat white fence.
You with your shirt off.
Digging the flower beds.

I was watching from the window
Wearing an apron with a
Beware of the cook
she bites logo
baking cookies>

I saw you playing soccer with our
yet to born three kids
so reassuring to them
even when they were hopeless at it.

In your paintings I saw you leaving for work
On cold winters mornings tired
from one of the children crying all night.
But stopping to kiss me and whisper
Have a good day love.

Of you falling asleep
on the sofa after dinner
A cute puppy sat between us.

Even after decades I could see you
holding my hand with its age spots
As we strolled slowly in the park.
Breathing the rich fragrance
of the red autumn leaves.

Then falling asleep in our bed
My head on your chest as always.
As your hand held my hair from my eyes.

I  did not need money and diamonds my love.
You got me with your artwork.
Painting in my heart
a canvas so rich and warm
Of a beautiful life yet to be lived.
With a value beyond all worldly wealth.

“I saw the lovely smile on your face
A memory I always embrace
Silently through the bars of that door
I would watch you all so more
Dreaming to be a part of your life
Propose with a rose, make you my wife
And I think how I would?
Though not on the knee, on a wheelchair I could.
I can love you more than anybody
If at all you can see
Beyond my physical inefficiency
If my soul you fancy
Instead of my broken vessel
I will win over all hassle
Only for your love my love
Only if you are with me my dove
How do I tell the fears my flaws bring?
My inabilities from summer to spring
But not a burden on your being
I will love you as my queen
For once come fall in love with my soul”
She heard what he uttered as a whole
Kissed him on his lips
“I love you no matter the broken ship”
Smiled and later married the two
Love stories are many, rare a few.  
                                       © Dr. Prerna Singla, 27 MAY, 2015

I might miss you—
Every hole in your jeans
And flyaway hair;
I might have saved that crooked smile,
Kept it close,
Carried it with me to the bus stop
And the bakery that makes my favorite egg sandwiches.
Maybe I counted every stutter, every heavy blink of your eyes as you fell asleep.

I might have stared your demons in the eye,
Kept them away during the night
(I've never been scared of the dark).
I could have kissed the scars on your hands,
The bruises on your knees.
It's possible you meant more to me
Than the autumn leaves
And the stars that stay frozen in place outside my window.

Maybe you knew me,
My bright lipstick and lack of self control,
The pale birthmark on my neck;
You might have memorized every curve of my lips,
Pensive sighs,
As I let you see the fear behind my wide blue eyes.

Maybe you filled the cracks I'd never admit I had
(It hurts just to say it now),
Found the fragile pieces and wove them into a blanket to keep me warm.
It's possible you saw the lies I carry,
The spiders with their gnashing teeth and blood-red eyes,
And stood by me all the same.
Maybe you called me, suddenly, on your way to work,
Surprised to find yourself wanting me, though we'd just left each other.

We might have been in love,
But those three words burned in our throats,
We could only choke out ashes, not even a spark.
Now every trace of fingertips across our hearts only brings up dust,
Settled deep in chambers and arteries for heaven knows how long,
Made from the memory of my lipstick, the holes in your jeans,
And everything we might have had,
If only we'd allowed ourselves to recognize it.

For 116 days you
occupied my heart and
most of my thoughts.
My skin was branded
when you left on day 83.
Every familiar sight, sound,
touch, smell, taste reminded
me of you...

Last night (day 117),
I kissed someone new,
and none of him
reminded me of you.
I let his hands wander,
let him steal my
breathe, but
not my heart.

Today I set my calendar
back to day 1.
My days belong to me.

I am free of you,
and I miss the feeling
of missing you...

I have never understood the aim, concept and purpose of letters. All I know is letters are where you combine ink and what your heart says. Basically, it is where you pour everything that's in your heart through a piece of paper.

you are the only person i'd stay awake at 2AM for.
the person i'd never get tired complimenting.
this letter would go on a thousand pages if i write everything i feel when you talk to me.
i think you're perfect and that I don't deserve you. i love all your flaws. i love you.

i want to make you believe you are lovely.

One day I was asked, “what is Happiness?”
Words could not make its way out of my lips,
Ideas could not be constructed inside my head,
There was pure silence apart from the heavy sighs I was emitting,
I was totally dumbfounded.

But being a disturbed thinker that I was,
I began to sail in the rivers of my mind
And flew across the freeways of my thoughts.
I searched for the answer desperately
And I wouldn’t stop until I meet him face to face.

I came across Money.
He said he could me give me anything and bring me to anywhere.
“That is what happiness is all about – having everything and being everywhere”,
he told me. And I nodded.
Money must be right; he must be my happiness!

“No!” Knowledge screamed in complete disgust,
“With me, you will find all the answers you wish to seek!”
I could be someone, she guaranteed
And I would see things that others could not see
I would be superior above all mankind and that must be what happiness is about!

Relationship then came like a devouring fire,
“How dare you listen to them!” he said with a sting.
“I have been with you from the moment you set your eyes upon the world
Families, friends, beloved – without me, you won’t know what joy is
I am your only happiness.”

To be fair, I made a company of them all,
But all failed to give me a satisfying answer.
Money blinded me about the importance of little things.
Knowledge consumed my heart and brought me so much pride it led to my downfall.
Relationship took all of me; didn’t leave anything for myself and run away.

Then He came knocking at my door,
As I was wretchedly crying my heart out.
He told me He knew the answer to my question,
I told Him, “No! I have searched for it
But there was no answer.”

“I am the answer”, He simply said.
“I won’t give you happiness,
But I will make you know and experience it.”
And He did by dying for me 2,000 years ago.

Is that how you're supposed to talk to me?
Is that how you're supposed to say my name?
Is that how you're supposed to hold my hand?
I might be blind, or deaf
I might not know any language
But I can sense it
I can feel it
You're in love
with me...