Lay your defences down, dear
You have found me.
You are safe here.
I’ll ignore my impulses,
I’ll silence vain needs.
My caring for you will prevail
Long after our time near.
Am I safe here?
Well, that’s not clear.
It’s a gamble, no guarantee.
Will my baggage fit here?
Can I count on you to carry me,
Down the hall, near your heart ?
..I shouldn’t unpack just yet.
But I should be grateful, though.
That at least, I arrived here.
And at least I’ve found some shelter
Warm, cozy and sweet,
Some sort of ‘safe space’,
In the form of your kiss.

Remarkably resilient
You vowed to stay dormant
There weren’t any spores
But your gentle caresses
spreading it by touch
You kept me in the dark
The tears moisturised it
So it continued to grow,
It thrived

Love moulding
All over my soul

Love, moulding
All over my soul

Let the light in

Let the air in

“Bodies are bodies and bodies will touch”,

— Inviting and warm, a set, themed as a house—

Same role to play, a different guest star,

Bodies are bodies and bodies will touch,

— Cheers of the crowd. It’s a wrap, credits roll. —

Hoovering gatherings,
mind miles away,
I have got
I have the longing, romantic;
weakening curse.  


It’s in my veins, makes my blood flow.

Pleasantries, nods,
Laughter becomes background noise.
Such a waste of present.
And still I can’t stop:

What if it was better before?

Self sabotaging makes a home
in my bones

Why I keep ruining it all?

Why am I trapped in this loop?

What is the lesson I need and refuse to be taught?