Love seems so distant & far away.
And somehow lust is available every day.

A fetching face,
that’s brimming of grace.
Why this body?
& not share its joy
why be a good old girl
If you cannot 'love' a handsome bad boy?




My body yearns for things
my heart does not want.

Such a dilemma.

do you choose to remain sad
cry & water the flowers
or
get better & have them die?

You came in like a whiff of fragrance
of the most sensational flowers.
You smelled like heaven.

You came in my life like water
to the most parched lips.
You tasted like heaven.

But then came autumn.
And I desperately tried to stick back the leaves
when it’s no longer the proper season.
Everything was going wrong.
But, nothing felt as right as ignorantly loving you.
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Maybe, on some distant planet light-years away,
the concept "love" might not even exist.
So, I sigh deep to that
and confess to you -
*Dear right person, wrong time,
Just as we said hello, we needed to say goodbye.

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.
.
.
.
.
A. Because you exist. And you do it so well.

Who would have thought, what began as a harmless crush
could transform into an undying friendship.
From being just the ‘pretty face’ (handsome actually)
to being the most positive person in my galaxy.

But let me take it slowly
Back-track
because when we first met,
I couldn’t have imagined it like that.

I don’t recall how it begun.
An epiphany. A just like that moment.

But, still, I held my pen and thought I would write to you.
I felt the need to try and tell you,
about all of the things you do.
About your stupid banter
and pulling my leg.
About your annoying laughter
that I hope never ceases, I beg.

I stop, and I smile. And I say thank you, because you're the most refreshing of men.
You are touching lives, and I want you to know,
I am blessed, and speechless, and full of pride to tell you
Happy Birthday.

PS – Thank you for existing.
*PPS – You are getting old, yo!

I have this weird habit of thinking
before I sleep into bliss.
But there is always a confusion,
something is always amiss.  

Is it better to think about the memories spent with HIM?
or
Is it better to think about the possibilities of future memories with him?
Eventually,  dichotomy takes it's toll.
and I sleep in deep oblivion.

When I wake up, I feel I dreamt about both of them.
*You see, I didn't sleep that night.