“I’m helpless when I’m oceans away”
but I’m still trying
but I’m still giving
but I’m still praying
“Oh, I wish I could feel your face”
but until then, I’m patient
but until then, I’m learning
but until then, I’m waiting
I will not stay where I am
unwanted. Your choice.
ramble, idk, feels
Bunyaad ko bana te huwe,
mein apne aap ko nahin bhool sakti.
While building a foundation,
I cannot forget myself
I’ve learned to steel my heart;
box away emotions bursting to come out.
Waiting for these walls to be taken apart,
stubbornly holding back with a pout.
Is it fear? Is it caution? Is it smart?
Show me what you feel, without a doubt.
Ball is in your court
A touch of coldness
Thin frost— and now I’m closed off
Thaw me out with warmth
slowly. show me.
my parents taught me
opposites don’t just attract
they also connect
a feeling you’ve never felt before
hard times don’t last. Overcome.
When you make a mistake, and fix things,
you learn and glow.
When you welcome the lessons this brings,
you blossom and grow.
you become better than ever before
“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 you
I. Saw. You.
vision cleared about what to believe—
I don’t rely on anything for my happiness
That is of my own
I once made the mistake of wishing
“Want” is to be disowned
You don’t need “things” in life to be at peace
A loose thread holds us together
fragile heartbeats of a mother
aching breaths of a father
like, love, and in love
knowingly feeling all three
heart full— choosing you
I can wait, so take your time
I want to hear you unwind
Slowly tell me everything
Just know that I’m listening
Nothing you bring is a burden
I’ll sit and wait when you open
Happiness isn’t the only emotion that I want to know with you.
but I’m the one left breathless.
A childhood spent playing around caskets,
peering at the mournful glances,
leaving flowers in several hundred baskets
daughter of a funeral home director
There’s some sunshine left on the grass.
I pocket it, and hope it lasts.
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.
what can a flickering candle say
to a blazing sun?
Your gleam steadily brightens my world
I’m surrounded by a storm.
his soft lips
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.
“I can’t wait to see you again”
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
“You look good today”
a finger lingers on my lips
carefully touching pulsing heat
I wonder how this love will taste
The curse of mortality:
handing everything over day by day
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
safe and sound
If you cover me
as a fog
Then I will warm you
as a sun
— The End —