Out of Sight

The first time

Your hands found my waist

The grip of your fingers

On my skin

Made my heart tremble

And my knees wobble.

My mouth gave out a whimper,

My lips agape,

Found yours.

You felt and saw

My body boomerang,

But what you didn't was

That while you were lost

In ardour and adoration,

All I could see

With my closed eyes was

Him.

The clutch of his hands

Crumpling the thin fabric;

And his lips

Pressed against mine.

I felt his breath

On my chest

And his hair

Tickle my neck,

While you caressed

And craddled me

Like he never did.

I know I could've stopped,
And I should've stopped.

But had I stopped,

He would've stopped existing.

Renaissance

The warmth in me

Had wintered

Like the face of earth

During January-
Barren and lifeless

Because of the sunless sky

And the dry,

Callous gusty winds.

But you, my early March,

Have sunshine radiating

From every crevice of your body;

Your deep seated warm eyes

Ignite a spark inside of me

That had long been extinguished

By cold, loveless hands;

And every time your arms

Wrap around me securely

And your lips take mine,

A spring breaks within me

With colours

Learning to flutter again,

Bringing back to life

All that was

Once dead and gone

A Stellar Phenomenon

I would like to thank the Universe
For choosing to unite us 
And give me this
One beautiful year
Of the beautiful
Eighteen years of your life
That you have yet lived.
The years I missed,
I spent in search of you.
I am sure of this
For when I look at you
I can feel, remember
Stars colliding-

A sense of deja vu,

A distant memory I cannot quite recall.
I feel complete,
Whole
Like this entire life 
My soul has conspired with fate
To make mistakes
And take bad decisions
Which would only
Inch me closer,
Lead me,
To get to you
And now that I have, I can only hope
That we become unitary,
Separate to the unaided ignorant eye
But burning brighter, together, as one.
For it is vain
And it is futile
To let go of something
As beautiful as this, us 
When we have collided against each other
To emit the energy
As great as that of all others combined.
And this exotic anomaly
Is so rare, so pure
That they find it difficult
To comprehend 
This cosmic shock.
Through the force of gravity, my love,
We merge into a larger unit
But quietly so
And while they chase after us,
We will be enveloped
In our own blanket
Of space.

Uncompleted

We can make
A list of things 
We need to complete 
Together
But we need to be 
Together
To complete 
This list of things.
It's these future promises
Imprinted on my brain
That incapacitate me more 
Than the memories 
I will be leaving behind

Views From My Balcony

I wake up every morning

To the Sun

Cloaking away the dark

And it lights up my day

His sundry colours

Spread across the sky

Like a rainbow that wasn't,

Completely oblivious

To those besotted by his enigma.

Every time he sets

He would leave me transfixed 

On his blush and blond,

On his bittersweet glow,

Like water colours

Splattered on a cloudy canvas.

I would stand back

In awe of his beauty

Craving to be near,

To steal a touch

Or a quick glance,

Waiting for him to turn

And envelope me in his light

Surround me in his grandeur.

But then every night

He would kiss the Moon goodbye

Before leaving

And darken my world

The Mermaid In The Well

This is a tale
Of two girls
One sane
The other insane
She dug her well
And jumped in it too
But then she came along
And helped her stay dry
She clung on to her
Like a jacket that saves lives
And made her realize
That each well she digs
Wouldn't be the last
Yet she would do just fine
And now she knows
That every time she jumps,
There will always be a rope
To help her out, alive
This is a tale
Of two girls
One insane
The other her sanity 

Tug of War

Ink scrawled
In crude hand
Across bloodless leaves
Bound in black leather
Were my salvation
I was a diary girl
Until you came along
And I spent my time
Pleasing you
My me time
Was also now yours
Just like everything else I had
To keep you part
Of a day
That wasn't really mine
Any more, anyway

The Art of Loving

She gagged her appetite
And taught herself to prioritize
But still touched
On the days her mind
Wandered to how beautiful 
The full moon 
Would look hiding 
Behind the dark sky's veil
And the snowy mountain peeks 
Would seek to show
Her glistening beauty off
To the handful 
Who'd rather not sleep.
She would then choose 
Freely 
To pause
From her nightly chore
And take time out
To sail
To the other side
But she told him she wouldn't
And while she longed for him
To tell her otherwise,
He never did.
Though he said nothing,
His quiet gagged her appetite

Apples to Oranges

I was en route a new
Home
When I made a pit stop
At the house that once
Used to be
Home,
Where a German shepherd
Who leapt at my sight
And two humans
About seven decades old
Who's blood I have
Running in my system
With unconditional positive regard
Nested.
The house that I used to call 
Home
Now inhabits strangers
And the streets I could map, blindfolded
Are slowly fading from my memory.
I never had a place to call my own
I am from a nomadic breed,
Kin to the Olivegreeners.
MH 53
Was the only home 
I knew
And He deprived me 
Of that too,
And even though I used to despise
This small little town
With small minded people
And small conservative ideas
Where I couldn't go out all by myself
After dark,
I now wish I could go back
And experience it all
Over again,
One last time
Just to appreciate it
Like I never did

Gestures

My father met his mother in law
After a year today
And bought her a packet 
Of frozen corns
That she cherishes
Every kernel of.
It was just 
A packet of frozen corns
But the gleam
In her eyes, chin perked 
A little upward,
When she said,
"Your father 
Always remembers to get me these",
Was the reason why
He bought her just 
A packet of frozen corns