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Wednesday, 10 January 2018

Poetry for thought

Title: Imagination

Imagination doesn't suffice on a day like today,
Today should be spent falling asleep under trees,
With your hand in my hair,
Collecting smiles, watching the colour Red
Dancing in your eyes.

With every gaze, I fall apart,
And with every smile,
You put me back together,
Give me all those smiles,
I'll bottle them up and keep them for cold nights.

On days like today, imagination doesn’t suffice,
I close my eyes and I can feel your breath at my neck,
But you aren’t here and I am not there,
But imagination… is a bitch, makes you want it
Right now. Right here.

On a day like today, you should be here,
Distracting me, teasing me,
Leaving me struggling for air,
Did I mention?
Imagination doesn’t suffice on a day like today.

I am left wondering if I would forget how you smile,
And I am being greedy with memories,
Trying to always remember,
Replaying them over and over and over….
Because, you know, imagination doesn’t suffice,

9 January, 2018

Wednesday, 23 November 2016

Poetry for Thought

Trying to put together a thought process, TRYING. might have failed, you are welcome to help me articulate :)

Title: Friendly



I don’t want to fall head first in love,
Why can’t we start with being friends?

Did you love your friend the day you met them?
That intense deep love.
No; it took you years to say I love you.

So, I want to be friends,
Maybe we can kiss,
Maybe we can get naked,
But I don’t want to love you.

Not instantly,
Not head over heels,
Losing myself suddenly.

Years would pass,
And then we’d be friends,
And then you’d meet the real me,
And fall in love again.

Why won’t you meet me now?
And let me meet you?
Why jump, when we can walk a bit longer.

Let’s get to know each other,
And then love will come easily.

Leave that “in love” at the door,
And let’s be friends.

Do you want to get flirty and friendly with me?












Wednesday, 30 March 2016

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.

Wednesday, 23 March 2016

The Series: Love Moment



When you held my hand, the nerves calmed down. Everyone, including you think I know what I want; I am cool, composed; sure and definitely not nervous. This may be true for most situations; but I cannot possibly keep the act going on forever. Sometimes one needs to balance the situation without breaking the unbelievable rare moment that is presenting itself; otherwise we’ll lose it. And here was this moment and I wasn’t ready to let it go; because you might have, we might have; someone had to hold on. When the impulsive, sure, risk taking side of me takes over the nervous side takes a back seat and panics. And like an annoying friend on a road trip, it keeps asking me “Are we there yet? I told you not to take this route. Now we’re lost! What are we going to do now?” I try to focus on you and forget that I am nervous. But when you held my hand; when our skin touched it felt alright. I smile; almost feeling like this is way too perfect to be true. Nervous? Who cares; I just need you to hold on to my hand a little longer.

We giggle, laugh and make each other smile. And in the silence that follows, the nervous passenger takes over, tugging on me to leave, to walk away. And you hold on to me. And it feels alright, just for now. Tomorrow, I may not have the strength to hold on. The night slips out of our skin and our almost whispered I Love Yous. Could tomorrow have a waited a little longer? 

And today I try; but you push me away, I look away; I push you away. This feels like I found you and lost you in seconds; in those seconds our skin touched. I look around me and life over flows; in the middle of all the mess which one of us is going to hold on now? Which one of us is going to find the other…again?