It’s interesting –
My heart was in a constant of turbulent riots,
I wouldn’t know why
She had left –
Sadness knocked on the double
Yet, I looked for the sun under the mistletoe
Of the fallacies that life is – love
Ultimately, did bring about a downfall
Forever seems afar
All I dream about is you,
Lately, nothing seems right –
Gone is the yellow
Under the overshadowed skies
No-one to turn to, getting drenched
I am lost and in love, save me?
Infectious,
I was lovesick –
Her smile,
It devoured me
This is what being in love meant?
To count moments without them –
Laugh till your stomach hurt,
Or was it the smile that hurt your cheeks
Perhaps, it was how you’d feel home –
In their arms, as you softly grazed them
Traced their skin, bit them
And kissed them ever so deeply under the streetlight –
As the traffic passed by, you both broke into a smile
When only they matter –
Was this how’d you say you’re in love?
Happiness,
She was warmth –
Her eyes,
Like kisses from the sun
The sun blushed —
A hue of deep ochre
A warmth seems to seep in —
Setting insides on fire
Often we’d wonder;
What colour was her dress —
One that’d accent her pretty smile
And eyes one gets lost into,
It’d be that green one – olive(d)
Her wicked smile —
And ginger touch
Lusciously, one could taste it off her —
Gleaming
Often we’d wonder;
Is she the sun or would the sun be her —
Happiness infectious
It’d be bleeding out her pores,
Yellow and bright brown eyes — score(d)
Sundresses and flowers tucked behind —
Warm winter mornings
Sat admiring the sun —
Flushed and in bliss
It’s been ringing since day break —
Pick it up, will you?
He tenderly reached —
A call on the China, for him?!
It scared him —
Was it the one he’d been praying for?
There’s a warm gentleness about it —
It was the wicked smile, wasn’t it?!
Oh, his beaming smile —
It’s radiating on the lines, you know?
I need this(like my vitamin tablets, too)—
If only he’d realise his importance?!
Thank you —
Meet already, please?
It was slow night,
The moon seemed to blush
And the stars shone brighter
Fell in love with brown, too
He’d need her,
He was falling —
Wished the chance hadn’t passed
Daydreamt about a smile, too
With amber approaching
With a beautiful girl beside —
He wished it won’t end
It was her, wasn’t it?
Dawns
And romanticism —
Butterflies in his stomach
Melting into a subtle blush
Recalling the slow night
Waiting for the chance
With the moon blushing behind the stars
Rose petals sat there,
Adorning his stolen treasure –
Specks of corpses peeked from under
He was the king of thieves,
Sitting upon a stolen throne
A mental chair,
With bones for cushions
And the fallen – kept it in place
But,
If one overlooked this –
They’d chance upon a tender past
A single lilac stay there,
Adoring the grave –
Specks of future, bleak
He was the whore’s son,
Sitting upon a debt
Gentle innocence,
Thrown –
Directionless, rode on still
Yet,
The boy of 4 – now a man
Stood there, teary
She ran her finger,
His locks posed a challenge though –
Auburn knots,
They glistened under the twilight sky
She was lost in his dreamy eyes,
Devoured by his gaze
Accents of walnut and coffee
Not a pretty medley for her stomach
Oh, did she mention his smile?
Butterflies,
She could have gotten lost in field of sunflowers –
With the sun hitting just the right spots
She’d wondered,
If this is what infatuated romanticism was (?)
She’d realise,
This boy could be her end –
Not that she’d mind that,
But – friends can be our end, too (?!)
This person –
Was her definition of perfection
(She know’s he wasn’t,
But dreaming doesn’t cost a pretty penny)
She now sat wrapped under layers,
Sipping on her eggnog –
With the sun coming out
She sat, dreaming of his fingers tracing her skin – distractedly
He’d been sleeping more,
Crying into a pillow –
Water stains and cigarette butts
Empty glasses and alcohol stink
He’d been sadder,
A deep hue of blue –
Bloodless blade and needle
Hangman’s knot and metal peripherals
Perhaps,
He’d not be sad anymore
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