Do you get me in the heat of the night

Your thumbs in my indentations

Hair strewn a dark notioned mess

Darkness seeps ***** fantasy

Heavy breaths eyes shut light

Lashes mash neck sigh salvations

Finding the caress soaking confess

Rush of gush free from depravity

the way life works seriously continues to amaze and surprise me.

you, at some point, meet someone and become negligent to tell them the big stuff about you and your life at first and about the way you carry your messy self.

only to realize you've made a bigger mess.

then, as time goes on, you find yourself telling them things you've never even said aloud before.

you find yourself telling them about the things that trouble you and about the things that make you sad, about the things that make you angry.

you tell them about the things that go on inside your home and inside your head.

then eventually, you find yourself over sharing and being overly comfortable.

why you’ve never met someone who made pouring your words out so easy.

who ever made you feel so safe, comfortable, and at home.

the only problem is that once this realization hits, you try your best to push them away like you did in the beginning, but it no longer
works.

it no longer works because they know your ways and you spill without even trying; your conscious no longer puts that wall up for them.

and well, if you’re lucky, and i mean really lucky, they might just stick around after really getting to know you.

Fingers dance to unheard song
Of melodies lost for so long
Like amber flowers never grown
A painting that was never drawn
Of hills - of grass - a blooming rose
Riddled with thorns it never chose
To hold back all that you have done
And keep its world of beauty sound
And reach another world of light
Unite these worlds in every night
Carry its beauty through this crack
To paint the dreams in midnight's black
And drown them in the ocean's blue
The sea that every creature knew
Swimming along the stream of time
Downhill thinking that love will thrive
Within this darkest night we're in
That nourishes this paper-thin
Weak hope that every man held dear
And suffocated in his fear
Yet we still find a place to rest
Peacefully like in nature's chest
To close this ring we walk along
And write down all these unheard songs.

I’m the one before “the one”
I’m the one that you meet before you get your big break
I’m the one before the one that makes your heart race and your knees shake
I’m the woman you love before you meet your bride
I’m the storm that roughs up the waters and then they reach their perfect calm when I pass
I’m the boom that shakes up your life and makes you realize what you don’t want
I’m the woman you learn to hate because I’m a forest fire that cannot be tamed
So pick me, someone come on and love me so that you can finally meet the love of your life when my storm has passed

Here's a call
for all those lost souls
trying to find their way
relax..no one does..

A call for those depressed
about about missed opportunities
that might have lead them
somewhere else
relax...regret nothing..

Here's a call for you
I know how you feel
unloved, in love with unreciprocated love
alone, lonely, isolated, drunk, voided,
relax... there's nothing wrong with you
because I too feel the same
.. you're not alone

All of my dishes, stacked in my room
Am I a slob? Please don't assume.
Clothes—whether *****, clean, or worn—
I know the difference, though they're strewn.

Twinkling lights strung overhead
Match the lamp beside my bed.
With dust my dresser is adorned,
And my favorite chair is red.

I see the beauty in the mess;
Why do you cry in distress?
Mom, I like to live like this.
And I have no one to impress.

Break those rusty shackles of mine,
Lets drift to the darkness, yet we shine.
Wrapping you around me, spilled scent of yours in air,
Driving me crazy your messy hair.
All set to be on a ride,
Burrying me in you, baby let me hide.
What I want is let the ignition be fire,
Let me burn you and me to be a single soul and desire.

©heeranshimishra