she sat on the beige satin couch
looking down at her feet
which were designed with intricate patterns made of mehndi
her nails painted a light pink
a color much like the subtle blush on her cheeks
she was fair, but not pale,
she had a shine to her, a glow
her face was hidden for the most
with a white lace dupatta
like the midnight moon hidden behind translucent clouds
most of her hair was tucked neatly away
except the loose strand which rested on her forehead
a curl, the color of sweetened caramel
soft, delicate; and ever so sweet
she brushed it back with her small hands
but it bounced right back, falling on her face
she looked up, slightly titling her head towards the light
the way sunlight hit her eyes made you want to never look away
oh, her eyes
lined with kajal, they stood out
the kind of eyes you could find yourself getting lost in
hazel and green- with specks of yellow and blue
there was a universe within those eyes
like the rainforest after a summer sprinkle
lush, pure, mesmerizing
but they were quickly hidden once more
as she delicately pulled the dupatta closer to her face
and smoothed down the crease in her silk kameez
her movements were entrancing
you could not look away
the more you looked, the more you craved to catch one more glance
gentle, soft, kind
never in a rush
you couldn't help but imagine what it felt like to feel her touch
the only words we heard her speak
was right when the sun began to set
and the orange-red rays reflected in the pearls around her neck, the only jewelry she wore, yet enough to adorn her
her puckered mouth opened softly
and she was bearly audible as she spoke
her voice like honey: sweet & melodious
if she never stopped speaking, you'd never stop listening
she spoke with a tender sort of confidence & surety
*"qabool hai, qabool hai, qabool hai"

"So,whats your thing?"
I questioned as i gazed into his amber eyes
*(so tender so pure)
*waiting for an answer to revamp my world.



“I write”
Said he, a whispered proclamation.



"About what?"
I asked, hoping to be blessed by his utterance
to be blessed by his words




"I write about the rains
The pearls from heaven drooping down on the wandering souls
a pacific catastrophe


I write about the seas
A crystal sheath of calm, unveiling
not the length of life
but the depth of love


I write about people leaving
Painting my book with ink and thoughts as the dreadful picture
comes back to life.


I write about the murmur of air
Bearing with it a tale, a story
unheard.


I write about the sunrise
Spearing the eye with golden light
death and dark fleeing behind."



and then he stopped.



I dropped my subtle smile as he looked straight into my eyes.
Baffled by his gesture i looked down,to my trembling hands
only to be met by his eyes again.



and he said,



I write about you my love
Those sparkling eyes, that charming smile
That countenance full of life

It's your petty soul that thrills me
A soul I can


B R E A K


S  H  A  T  T  E  R

&

**D   E   S   T   R   O  Y

Your eyes were always bigger than what your mouth could carry.
I don't know why I let you keep me clinched between your teeth.
I always loved you enough,
But for you it was too much and not quite enough
all at once.
I wonder how big I would've had to make my heart swell
Before you realized how well you could
have fit inside it before.
I dedicated my time learning to mold myself around you,
Trying to teach myself the normalcy of being intimate;
Using my best efforts at embrace.
Little did I know the tighter I squeezed you,
the looser you held.
I spent months wondering how on earth I gripped you
with all my might,
'til my skin peeled back and showed bone,
Yet you still managed to slip through the spaces between my fingers.
I guess I forgot you liked sand
because of how easily you could knock down your castles.