Thursday, 31 March 2016

Poetry for thought

Day 8 - 31 March 2016

This is a little all over the place. I started with one feeling and ended up with a lot more. Some times even words feel frustrated.

Title: And me, you

I have never done this before.

Did you hear about me in the wind?
When did you breach the walls of my wounds?

I have your voice in my head.
Your laugh.

My phone doesn't ring with your name.
I am forgetting how your name looks on my cracked phone screen.
Maybe, just maybe, that is a good thing.

I am slowly letting go of the urge to call you.
But it comes back; pulls me in; and it takes all of me to not call you.

I say I miss you.

I almost spill the words that will mean guilt to you,
And peace to me.

And all you say is - And me, you.

3ww: Week 471 (Writing Prompt): Elated, Flicker, Halting

Day 7 - 30 March 2016
Used my favourite writing prompt page today. Tell me what you think?


Hi G,

I wonder if you think of me. I know I do. 

When I met you, when I found you, I was on shaky ground. I didn’t know how to love or be loved or even just be. Let’s put that aside, I think I am still learning how to be friends. Last year was hard. Too hard. Somewhere along the way, some things were and are being unlearnt. But when I saw you, on that rainy afternoon, something changed. I smiled, not that had forgotten how to smile, but this time, I want to smile into your eyes. I was elated, for no reason at all. I had no idea what your name was, I had no idea if I would see you again. 

That was then; now, you have let me in; not the way I would like to be; but they say something is better than nothing. I find myself being so nervous around you; lest I lose you, even the little bit I have. So many thoughts, so many feelings, but I want you, I want you with me, so I refrain. I let that flame remain a flicker. 

And then, I met someone. It felt so hard to not have you be the center of my thoughts, my words, my dreams, my imaginations. Let’s face it, the “us” I see is pure imagination. 

I know, I’m halting. I’m not saying everything. I’m not making sense. I know. But how? Where do I even begin? I know this will never go beyond this comfort zone. I can never undress you and feel like this was our idea; it will always remain my idea. I can never wake up next to you knowing this is not what you see us doing. And you would indulge me, to an extent. Maybe out of guilt, maybe out of pure adoration; but you will never undress me. You will never love me the way we are meant to love. And that isn’t something I can live with.

From being completely unsure to being so sure was strange for me. I never expected anything from you and I won’t. I knew what I was getting into. I know. And I am happy with the feelings I have. For the lack of a better word, loving you is great. This feeling is unexplainable. I am content knowing how I feel. But we must part. For the sake of my heart. And yours.

I met someone. But your eyes, your skin, your words haunt me. 

Love,
Me

Wednesday, 30 March 2016

Poetry for thought

Day 6

29 March 2016

Why won’t you sing to me?
Can’t you see I would be your best audience?

Why won’t you call me?
Don’t you know I would answer?

Why won’t you say all that you hide?
I’m still waiting; and in your silence I know the answers.

Drown


Day 6

28 March 2016

It feels like two heart breaks happened so fast and another almost fixes it. Maybe I would have three heartbreaks in a month. Maybe?

The love that never took flight is hovering all over me. Only I know how much I have to give; I could drown.

But I want to drown with you. 

In sheets, in morning tantrums, in nights with our laughter. 

Poetry for thought



Day 5

27 March 2016

Title: Conversations

What would you do if I was in front of you?
I would shush you.
What I would give to hear you say that.

What would you do if we fell asleep together?
I would not want to wake up.
What I would give to find a forever bed for us.

What would I do without the comfort of technology?
You will never know.