Saturday, 8 June 2019

Untitled #19 - Musings

'A new year, a new start'
That's what everyone thinks,
But with the second year almost up
I'm grateful we've stayed.

I'm grateful for your existence
And how you're the thunder to my storm,
I'm comforted with the thought
At the end of the day, you'd be home.

It's funny how you're still persistent
About tucking me into your armpit
(That too without a bath after baDminTon)
And how my olfactory senses don't care;

I'm amazed we're still a "cuddly-sleepy" couple
And that you're still my muse and flare,
And with every birthday of yours that passes by
I hope we're only reminded of growing love;

Because right now, alone on our bed,
My eyes miss the outline of your figure in bed,
My ears miss the sound of your laugh,
My skin misses the scratch-scratch of your body,
My arms miss holding you and my leg misses yours
(She likes being on top)

And the whole bed, the room,
The entire apartment -
They all seem so empty;
It's no longer home without you.

A birthday dedication to someone special.

Tuesday, 30 April 2019

Untitled #18 - Distance

How can it be that the very thing which created us
Would be the very thing to tear us apart?

Distance.

Such a strong word whose strength is never known
Till it is lying next to you on the bed
Which you wish now that you'd never known.

Distance.

A reminder of the trains that come and go,
Stations and stations but there is always
A start and an end.

Distance.

It was fond when we were not together all the time.
When it is hard to get something, this person,
It makes it such a sweet, strong word.

You never realise the malice it carries
Till it becomes your bedfellow,
Till your partner becomes it in every way,
And even you, you diffuse at his touch and spread,
In every way, all away from him.

Distance.

The child we gave birth to unknowingly.
The one we let live while the others starved.
Where are all the little things?
How do you I get you back?
I'm so scared of this distance that I cannot measure
In millimeters or light years,
All I know is I can't reach you.
Give me love.

Distance.

I've become a broken record playing a fake Ed Sheeran.

Give a little time to me or burn this out,
I'm tired of this hide and seek,
There is no turning it around,
But all I want
Is the taste of your lips on mine,
My my, my my, my...
Oh give me love.