He said he'd take me to the
Next big city in sight
“Just cling on to my arm
It will all be alright.”

& carefully as ever he
Whispered in my ear
He'd chase away my
deepest, darkest fears.

Because he knew of my love for art
“So the great Louvre is where we'd start”
“We'll watch the sunset on Parisian streets.
And hike together on
The great canyon steeps.”

“And how about a skinny dip under
the sparkling moon?”
“It's all good with me. I'm
not leaving anytime soon.”

“Want to roll on the sandy dunes,
If I might ask?”
“Only as long as you'd show me
the snow too, as we pass.”

I mumbled, “I can't compete with
the Kashmiri girls.”
He raised a brow, “the Diamond has no fear of pearls.”

& by evening we layed
Below the Eiffel lights
Our hearts tangled together
Like two wild kites.

“So is this all ?” I asked
under my breath
“We'll start again tomorrow, I'm with you
till Death.”

I passed a smirk and rolled my eyes
and turned my head back up to the skies.
Our hands adjacent; an inch apart.
His eyes on my face as if it's Art.

Then drunk on my life
I stumbled and slipped in bed
He read me a poem;
landed a kiss on my head.

Passed out I stuttered
“Today was too good be true”
A wicked curve on the devil's lips
“But my dearest, so are you.”

A.S.

I opened my eyes at 9
It was February's 7th day
And so my phone reminded me
"The love week starts today"
And then I tried to recall
names who loved me in the past
Not a single I could think of
Who did with all their heart
Okay maybe one or two...
I let out a low sigh
Should this be the reason for me
To maniacally laugh or cry
And so quite dramatically
I lay back in my bed
And kept a big fat pillow
Buried under my head
But then I thought of something
That lit up my whole face
A loving family and a few true friends
I have no one to chase

And so my phone reminded me
Today starts the lovers week
With a huge grin, I pulled up my rug
And gently went back to sleep :)

A.S.

I've been struggling for over a year
To sit and pick up a pen
For life to inspire me, or love
It was mostly a dead end
Always started and left midway
Whom was I to pretend
The writer's block had taken a toll
On all the roads and bends
Buying new inks and journals
Never made amends
And then the day past
I witnessed an incident

I stopped and captured it inside
Nothing could've been said
It was dull and dark, really stark
But mostly it was red
I was waiting for life to inspire me.
Or love.
But the reverse
Came to my head
Shortly, really, freely but truly
I was inspired by
The dead.
A.S.

So I passed by the long road
A commotion ahead.
It seemed the storm had passed
And took away the dead
2 souls gone, 3 almost
Is what they said ;
When I asked around
A college boy mushed into Red.

And so it rang me
Deep in my head
He must've had a plan
Before going to bed.
Maybe call his lady love at dawn
Or even pass a test
Little did he know
It's harder done than said.

The alarm rang, he packed his bag
Might've have had breakfast in bed.
His parents just sent him off to college
though, they never would've guessed,
he's leaving this time (forever)
never to return, instead.

3 others crippled on the side grass
All bloodied red
Probably grateful to have lived
( As yet )
But the driver and the college boy
Are long gone, dead.

And so it struck me again
a lonesome request.
Do not go to sleep
With your heart upset.
Tell them you care, even a pinch
'fore it turns into a regret.

Tomorrow is not assured
But it's also, not here yet.
Say exactly how you feel
Whether love or hatred.
Words burn from within
When left
Unsaid.

A.S.

It's not about who can do it and who can not.
It's about how soon he gives up and he who does not.
A.S.