When the tables turn around

I constantly battled with battered hope
Logs of questions burdening upon heavily laden thoughts
Rains and drizzles interspersed with some sunshine from some lovely giggles sometimes passing by
Fingers playing with no rhythm on a stone that I sat by
Flickering eyes glancing at soaring eagles looking down
My walked ways nowhere to be traced
Amidst the dense bushes bulging around
Twists and turns, squeals and squeaks invisible, deafening within
With drumming heartbeats
A pinch of still
The flow of breath
A wave of upsurge
An oasis of silence I wrap up
Blessings, my own trove, I find
Oh you ethereal soul, quench thy thirst in thyself.
And that's when the tables turn around.

Dear daughter

In the cradle of womb, my heart sang you lullabies
When your glistening marbles shined upon me
My little bundle of sunshine, you warmed my cold dreams
Your gurgles could wake up the dark night to throw the stars at you
A delight I beheld when the little puff shoes morphed into those wild sneakers
Swagger finds you and I look for my darling,
The one of a kind.
Your words as they ebb,
My throat flows down churning them as honey
The warmth of your embrace, my sunrise
Our eyes, do they feel? our hearts, do they hear?
A kick of wrath and those pearly whites are all I wait for
My angel, guardian am I, for you to stride,
Allow even if you not, my torch will fall from behind, if not by your side.
Oh my! Snuggle up my fairy witch
You have the world to march with
Your fists need to be fine.

When everything stops

The needle of thought stops
The sound of your heartbeat gets heard
The pressure of wind stops
The emptiness of space is felt
The gush of tears stop to flow
You find them pooled in the corner of your mind
The soaring of hope stops
The tearing pain loses ways
All this when everything stops.
When everything stops.

Sacred Scars

A feeling of upsurge, the skip of a heartbeat, secret smiles, restless eyes,  blushed cheeks.. Feels familiar? Boy.. You must be in LOVE. This word has umpteen definitions in the world's dictionary yet dwindling down to one sense, FULFILLMENT. 

You can certainly not pick just one person who has not been drugged by this nectar. The nectar of LIFE that can drown one in ecstasy and drag one into pain too essentially because of intensity. Why is it that your heart looks up just for that one soul to turn you around? Why is it that all your constraints drop at the very moment of a loving embrace? Why does the twinkle of your eyes gleam in added shine with that special other? Love.

Yet love isn't itself without pain. The pain of peeling a little to bring another into oneself. The little scars that could go deep yet silently impressing themselves as stars of strength. This raw beauty needs to be beheld too. It is a subtle and forceful resurrection of oneself and how wonderful to find a partner that tears you apart to bring your true self out. Love is not to be underestimated as a feeling but it is a complex process that can make you feel complete. Does that mean sweet nothings have no seat?. Of course they do as they drive you to where you got to go. 

Refrain not from the sacred scars as they heal you and get you more deeper and intense in that mesmerising connection brought in absolutely by just love. Why fear falling when that's exactly what you wanted? That's why we say fall in love. Wherever and however you land, it would still be a great place because it is love. It is a privilege to fall in love and even more prestigious to revel in the experience irrespective of whatever the situation is. 

Because Love is about you. Love is about me. Love is about us. So where is the space for questions but for one assurance, a whirlwind of an EXPERIENCE but absolutely WORTHWHILE.  

Stay in love.  

Us

When my fingers twisted in yours the heart shrieked 

Your whispers become screams of passion 

As they travel deep within

Marbles fall on the floor, 

the pulse rises when you raise your brows 

I arch up to the rhythm floating within four walls

Gazed upon unknowingly by known eyes 

Coffee stirring my seemingly empty mind in the cold of silence comfortable 

Your presence bathes me 

As I soak in the mild voice that utters 

To my unheard noise that teases

Red or the roses  

Rays or the beam

Notes or music 

You or me, can't see who....