You wanted Us to be tangible
But we are thirteen thousand kms away
I still remember the first time
We spend the night together
Watching you sleep
The next day morning
Was the best thing
That happened to me
Oh, wait; it’s not that
It’s the dinner I took you,
When you came to visit me
Was the best thing
That happened to me
Oh, wait; it’s not that either.
It’s the tangible moments we had
Which are the best things that happened to me
Precog
It’s always been difficult to see
a precog from a false memory
This time, I was sure what it was
So it’s time to make a run for it.
Between déjà vu and false memory
I know what this is.
I had seen it, I had heard it,
and I had thought about it
I know why; I don’t know how
but I know it’s time make a run for it.
Parallel Universe
When I saw this couple on the dance floor
I thought of us, in a parallel universe
It will be just you and me on the floor
Dancing to the beats
Singing our lungs out
And when everyone else leaves
We will make love
to the rhythm of the music
Slow and steady
Deep and intense
Until we reach
The point of no return, Together…
Bedazzled
I am bedazzled by
your aura,
your smile,
your lovely smile,
your brown eyes,
your blonde hair,
your positive vibrations,
your love for nature,
your love for the beach,
the beach where we met for the first time…
Pushing you away…
While trying to bring you closer
Did I push you away?
Our last hug was the
hardest thing to break apart from.
Our last kiss was the
sweetest thing to let go off.
I could still feel your
warmth in my mattress.
I could still find your
hair strands on my pillow.
While trying to bring you closer
Did I push you away?
Flaws
Some say you are flawed
with blonde hair,
brown eyes,
questioning mind,
always sharing,
always caring
but You are
FLAWLESS for me!
Defining Love
Love is More than
about the flesh
about the self
about the distance
about the silence
about the longing
Love is
making love
stealing kisses
leaning on
being tender and
embracing other
Duality
Like the yin and the yang
Like the needle and the thread
Like the blacks and the whites
Like the zeros and the ones
Like the light and the shadow
Like the day and the night
Like the perfect puzzles
YOU complete ME!
Reciprocating
What’s with all the
unanswered calls,
unattended messages,
and unwritten letters?
What’s wrong with me
to call at odd hours,
to message relentlessly,
and to write letters?
Somehow I imagined,
being amorous is also
to reach out and
to reciprocate…
Raw
With our legs entwined
When darkness withers away
We see each others
Naked body and Soul.
As we get as raw as we can
Our silence speaks, a trillion
words to each other
As we spoon ourselves to eternity…