Pins 'n' needles jagging my leg
A feel of a centi, crawling with a wag
Walking has become a task at this point
My legs decided to give me a cramped joint

With a sip of hot coffee or so
I hope to be fine and ready to go
But this clumsy weather is not in my favor today
Please wind, blow this prickly tickle away

Pins 'n' needles leave me alone
My heart is already damaged think of your own
You are uninvited and painfully unknown
Dreadful stings, a feel only felt, not shown...


©sim

Indian people are very traditional,
Still they will move with the trend,
Few Indians will often be bipolar.

First they tickle you the hardest,
As bad to trickle down your tears,
Then they change all of a sudden.

Let their fickle-minds deceive you,
You let the sickle-minds hurt you,
Such examples are there but few.

The soft caressing,
The deep,
Slow, breathing,
I want you.
The tickle of
The air,
Coming from the fan,
Hold me tighter.
Plush, moist lips,
Pressed
To my head,
Kiss me.
I want to feel you,
Wrapped
Around me,
Loving me harder.

I remember how your head rested on that cushion.

I remember how your breath tickled my ear,
when you kept me near.

I remember how your eyes remained closed
while I was looking at you.

I remember how your arm rested on my stomach
to keep me warm.

I remember how it felt to hold you tight.
To have your arms around my fragile body.

And I remember the way you fit into my bed,
into my life
and very soul.

The moment, when the last bit of your smell
is removed from the pillow you slept on,
is the moment when I feel alone.



And now
that I miss you the most,
you seem to be gone.