Don’t kiss me

And no. No, don’t kiss me, Just fucking let me breathe in you. Make me forget all of Us, Sew these scars into another universe. No, Don’t just kiss me, Break me into thousands of shards.. …In your arms.

If the last sunset would’ve never ended.

lost love

And when I’m gonna meet you..

love longings

Do you feel it? Too?

Do you feel it? Too? The way I do, when you look at me like you’re looking through me… Does your heart hammers against your chest?too? When your lips part, slightly, to wet them, making my throat tighten as if it’s dry… Do you feel the soft fire blazing over your skin? Too? When your

Back to Reality.

Talking to you was always comforting. The easiness of being with you would wrap itself around me warming me up as if I’ve been cold for long. Soft tingles would shoot from the tops of my fingers spreading all through the toes, lulling all the self doubts, that had nurtured me till now, to somewhere

You have Yourself

Shuffling through pages of your most favorite book trying to find the most intimidating and beautiful lines you’ve marked, the light – the candle light – softly burning the atmosphere dimming all that is too much bright. There’s this music playing in the background, it’s soft, it’s sad, words filling the room with fading moments.

The Dark

Sometimes, even when it’s bright outside, I feel it slowly engulfing me. It’s fingers brushes up my hands, my arms, Caressing, igniting my thoughts. I feel it’s lips in the crook of my neck, Nipping at my skin moving down, and up again. It’s perfect calloused hands flicks and rolls my perks, Kneading my wounds,

I know I’m not supposed to.

I know I’m not supposed to think ’bout you. Yet, standin’ here in the midst of Running life, All I could think about is why things turned down, Why couldn’t we hold each other Till dark turned hazy brown Into a bright morning. I know I’m not supposed to hear Your voice. Yet, curled up

Back where we belong to:

Trees swishes past me, waving as the wind ruffles them. I put on my headphones and the music blares in my ears, stopping the noises of babies crying, men arguing over the rights and wrongs of certain ministers, women are either sleeping with their head over the edge of their seats, or trying to shush

One rainy day, maybe…

One rainy day, crossing the busy, wet streets of the city, I’d bump into You. I’d try to utter an “I’m Sorry…” While peeking through the pouring rain and struggling to not fall, with the small pushes of the people scurrying past me.              You wouldn’t notice me. Though you’d