It's the middle of the night and I'm thinking about you. Not anything in particular but just of you. I wonder if you are up too or if you're sleeping, what is it that you're dreaming about. I wonder if your heart beats the same as of mine. Would you mind coming closer and hug me with all of your soul. Would you give in to your heart's desires as you lay there half asleep.
It's 3 a.m and you were breathing slowly and steadily over the earphones. I didn't call you to wake you up from sleep for your sleep sounds quite calm and comforting to my ears. A kind of peace even a chill soundtrack wouldn't have provided me with. I texted you though. Ten minutes later you woke up slowly. We talked.
It was midnight. All we had was the moon and the stars may be. We were high yet sober, surpassing unclaimed territories of each other's bodies. We were two bodies in one soul, talking our hearts out. Even the moon blushed a little scarlet before eloping into the dark. . . . . . P.S-- I share real life experiences and would love to hear from you. Do drop your moments with your loved ones at midnight. Keep spreading love and light.
I usually get enchanted by the mystical aura the night heralds. Quiet but full of gravity. It's that time when words come out from the depths of truths, and with each tick-tocking of the wall-clock, you sound more of mine There are a lot of things which remind me of you, which you may have long forgotten but who cares when memories cherished leave you flying in the garden of bliss.
The sudden gentle touch of your hands in the canteen after the show was over. It felt as good as music to ears and chocoshakes to mouth. It feels the same way as of now since my memories don't rely on my tactile senses to be precise.
Leading my way amidst the crowd. Now when I think of it, it feels just like the beginning of the era we're in.
The 12.01 am voice call featuring your cracked voices of agony. Never in my life life had I felt like that before ,for that voice of yours triggered in me an emotion even more intense than what "Apocalypse" by Cigarettes After Sex does to me. Words can't replicate my feelings for my feelings are way too deep to be penned. And so are yours, said that voice call.
That first kiss which bookmarked a forever in our lives. It was the first time I was that close with somebody. Yes, that close. So you must be very sure by now how much you mean to me.
Those hugs which make me want more of you each day and every night. The warmth and comfort you bring along is priceless. I'd have drowned in this sea of ecstasy but I've a lot more left to be discovered in between the buttons of your shirt and along the lines of your lips.
Those breaths over the earphones at night when you are wide asleep. The funny fact here is that I know you keep the mic close to your nostrils for you know it's importance and so do I. Distance hurts less when love is in bloom.
That close contact of your chest on mine. Warm, close and vulnerable.
Your rough beard which lovingly pricks my skin everytime you come and kiss me.
That sketch of mine you made. You did 99% justice to my face. But no thank you for that, for you know why.
The day you suddenly put my hand on your chest. I didn't know until then, that heartbeats can be so intimidating just when it beats for you.
That holding hands and curling fingers everytime we met. . . . . . P.S- A big "Thank you" to all my lovely readers for showing such a fantastic response to my last post titled 'Love intensified'. I was touched by some of the comments I came across. It literally made me feel so special. I offer my warmest wishes and love to you all.❤
(Edit): I'd be glad to listen to some of your special moments as well. Do drop some in the comments section below.
I've kept you covered inside the delicate membranes of my heart Over which I shower dollops of eternal love Promising today, tomorrow and forever And colours for a lifetime.
Our love is like cherry blossoms Delight in the shivering cold, Like cherry on the cake of winter, Spreading warmth of affection like confetti Or like the last rays of twilight Euphoric and intense.
Our love intensified that winter night, When two souls met at the touch of the lips, Each whispered love into their soul And merged to build the kingdom of ecstatic romance, Crashing at shores, uniting at hearts, Romance knew no bounds that night Even the moon blushed a little scarlet, Before eloping into the dark.
It was no less than heaven bestowing upon us All that we had ever yearned for, We were two bodies, one soul, Sharing every inch of skin bared Love intensified as we claimed Untouched territories of our bodies, Adrenaline rushed and reached it's peak, Bosoms met under the covers of blanket Spreading aroma of lavender love.
The scarlet stained white bedsheets smelled of us now Lips quivered in silence until they moistened, At the gentle touch of each other, We sipped love Like whiskey and champagne Sunrays kissed our skin And the moon, It had been shy enough.
It's beautiful when dreams make you feel alive Carry you to lands long forgotten, Instil therapeutic aroma of euphoria And makes you content, For you've had a moment, As precious as it is.
I've lived my childhood As velvet on khadi, My teachers were like the pashmina wool, Giving me warmth of hope when in despair, They were no less than the first rays of sunlight Whom I feast upon seeing them And which used to make my day, They were the orange tinted sky during twilight, Exquisite in their own way Guiding me home during dusk, They were like the Palk Strait, Connecting me to my roots and grounds, With academics linked with morality, They say teachers are God And I couldn't agree more For even in the darkest era of my life No one but they guided me towards light.
My teachers are the divine candles Burning themselves to give light to others, They are the divine flame of the diyas, Diffusing aroma of purity and positivity, They are the index to the path of my life Without whom I'd be lost, I root their ideals within me, Worship and value them , To have them in my life.
Teacher used to say, "Children, when you give respect, You get respect", Must I confess how influential That sentence was to me, How deeply it moved me, I root my ideals, my values In the holy feet of my teachers, I believe their presence makes my path velvet In this khadi lane of life.
It was the last day of fifth semester. Frosty winter accompanied by warm rays of sunlight. Exams and winters never seemed as exciting as it were that day. Viva went good. I waited outside and basked in the sun until he texted me back, and we met outside. 20 degrees cold turned 20 times more exciting as adrenaline rushed inside me to create the excitement inside me that felt no less than every moment I feel when I'm with him.
It was always a bit of having butterflies in the stomach mixed with a pinch of craziness and all smiles and giggles when I meet him. I had a way with him. He spoke and I videographed him in my mobile. I don't know but it happened spontaneously with me that I go for carefully preserving each and every small moment I have with him. Talks transformed into laughs and then we stepped towards snapping a forever together in one frame. He held my arms around me and we kept our love in one frame. That moment felt exactly like "adieu' or "until next time". Love knows no science. Even two minutes can feel like a forever.
He has something in him. He smells different, unlike any expensive perfume and the warmth while his arms are around me lends me a pleasure so divine. I guess he feels the same.
Meanwhile it was the time for me to depart. He always has a habit of siezing a kiss from me whenever I had to depart. I was reluctant from the outside but the inner me inevitably fought towards having this thing done. So I got a little closer. Pardon me for we had it done in college but who cares when you're in love. I leaned towards him and left a small peck on his left cheek. I needed one too, but love left me dumb and I turned back and moved on. I had to go.
This was the moment we bookmarked a forever in infinity, and at that time I swear we were infinite.
Intoxicating his lips Excites me to ebullience Yes he is the potion of love That I satisfactorily sip When he's around me I dance to the rhythm of his beats Slow and steady and all at once As intense as the heat.
I keep him on the edge Of every love tale I narrate I wear him like royal velvet silk He tastes that of whiskey and champagne Close enough to bring me down to ecstasy He smells sweet nectar in this world of lemons I sip him like elixir And breathe him like oxygen.
When his hands are around my arms And body pressed against mine, I exhale fumes of love I desire to drown in this sea of romance And to sip every inch of love of him I wish to kiss every last inch of his skin Until bedsheets smell of us Together and tangled.
It's been almost a month That my throat dried in despair, At the agony of your non-existence. On nights such as these I weave threads of those scarlet memories With these frazzled fingers of mine, Fingers which at some point of time Painted the exquisite art of forever - Of always and ever.
On the same pillows My head leans and resides, The same old quilt and one handkerchief aside, The same old clock tick-tocking To the moments lived and left But the stars do not twinkle anymore These stars, they flash memories of us When together under the embrace of the sky We let ourselves open and hug each other!
I'm careless that way, For not embracing you till eternity For not letting you closer than close For as of now, I'm impregnated With the incomplete tales of us, Somewhat fading out amidst the zephyr of agony.
Won't you not miss touching those lips Which quiver in silence To the melodies of the same old love, But screeching at the heart Gently resonating to the heavenly touch Holding colours and promises for a lifetime.
I'll keep your memories In these withered flowers among the pages The petals of which once bloomed To the rays of your love.
I'll keep you amidst my hushed agonies When I exhale fumes of forlorn love Under the dark moonlit sky Heralding no colours nor promises, For this aching heart of mine has found it's home In melancholic tunes of romance.
My heart skips a beat when I walk the same old corridors, The same old white walls Against which you leaned against me, To infuse therapeutic aroma of loving And togetherness for a lifetime.
People fall in love in mysterious ways, Maybe just the touch of a hand- That very touch which put chills down my spine Never failed to weave the garland of our love, And since then I've kept you close In every song I listen to Every story I read.
My heart was never so greedy But with you, I respire Maybe not in reality but through the phone, I breathe you every single night And now I exhale fumes of sigh.
If I love you, I won't say I love you ten times a day I would rather keep you in my imaginations Whole day and night through Relating you to every love song I hear I would rather dream sweet little dreams of you In the beautiful golden sunsets of summer, I would rather annoy you to love you more by the end of the day
If I love you, it doesn't have to be coffee dates and WhatsApp statuses, It doesn't necessarily have to be gifts every now and then Just a tender glow in the heart which warms us when we're cold Just a little gentle touch of hands or little fingers curled up while walking together Just a sweet little kiss at the day that matters Enough to bring you light in this wintry cold.
If I love you, I won't be good with you all the time I will talk, tease, laugh, scold and hug you at the same time I will kiss you in my dreams and hug you under my blanket I will breathe you every single night over the earphones In a hope I could be with you at the moment, I will not tell you that, But deep down I hope you know that.
I hope you know this heart beats faster whenever you kiss me Skips a beat whenever you're with me Under the silence of this dark night, I bleed dollops of scarlet ink for you Curled up in my blanket texting, I know I love you, Baby, in capital letters, you took over an entire ventricle of velvet love of my heart.
This is a new thing I have tried today It's called the SPENSERIAN sonnet The format is same as three quatrains and a duplet The rhyming scheme is a bit different . It goes as linked rhymes - ABAB BCBC CDCD EE
As she gave final touches to her attire for her LOVE her only desire She was nearly prepared for the evening she had waited for and forever Just one thing had her in two minds, to go for Ruby or choose Sapphire After a bit of silent quarrel in her mind,she went for Ruby which he gifted her
Happy with her looks for the special day,off she went to call her friend The phone went ringing Ina straight line,she looked at the clock showing nine Why he's not picking up the phone,she murmured and feeling offend Again she went calling his name ,to her dismay something wasn't fine
Scattered into pieces she found herself, thinking a lot what be the case Is he alright or is something fishy, again she called,but this time it was busy A faint smile returned to her as she gathered herself tried in vain to repair face Must've been something that's urgency,she told herself not to be uneasy
Time tickled ahead and restless she was, for what reason he's not calling back Anxiety started climbing over her as she tried to put herself cool and a bit bold Mechanically though her hand went to the phone attempting to get on track For her luck,this time the guy answered her call DON'T CALL AGAIN she was told
A shock took her senses and heart on a rumble, sending a flood of tears Devastated and broken by the enigma of the moment she crumbled down All the anticipations and aspirations just drifted away in painful smears In great pain she removed the Ruby,but it was tangled in her red velvet gown ....
In a world of black, white and greys, I strictly followed a path paved carefully by me. It was a clever path indeed, avoiding all the potholes, and the blackest of scenes. I allowed myself only a few detours, only to come back to this routine path.
One day, while taking a detour, I stumbled upon a colorful door - one of its kind. Skeptical whether it was even real, I opened it. I found myself facing a whole new vibrant world, welcoming me with open arms. The trees hum in harmony as the winds whisper through them. They bring about refreshing promises of long forgotten joy; promises that remind me of who I used to be before I started following that path. The aromas tickle my senses, and the distant dancers beckon me to join them.
I enjoy watching this spectacle but remember the path behind me, waiting for me. I close the door with a smile, rejuvenated, full of lively ideas and fall back upon my carefully curated journey. I secretly promise myself to visit this place again.
-- Now I'm a frequent visitor, it's almost as if visiting this place has become a part of my routine. The yellow flowers are my favorite. They change shape each time I visit, as if they're origami. The blue and purple birds teach me about life, of the things they've witnessed as they fly from place to place.
This secret place of mine seems not to be aware of the grey world outside. It changes seasons as it pleases, often having two seasons at the same time! The liberty of it all awes me. How has this place managed to survive amongst all the greyness outside?
-- I get new ideas of freedom, of letting go and seek for this place even more. Seems like the place has also gotten used to me. The yellow flowers droop if I'm unable to visit. As much as I enjoy these visits, I can see my path slowly disintegrating; I take detours more often now, often forgetting to come back. The vibrancy of the world has infiltrated my journey, yet it's this same vibrancy that makes me come back.
-- I am happy no longer. I am just not cut out to fly like the blue birds or change seasons to my pleasing. I need a set path; without it, I lose my sense of direction. As mundane as it sounds, the blacks and whites and everything in between are where I belong.
The greys now shun me as I try to mend the path; they don't understand the star dust that sometimes falls from my pockets. They don't understand the shape my mouth makes when I smile.
And while the place makes me forget all these worries, I always have them nudging at the back of my mind. I no longer enjoy the red sunsets from the golden beaches. The barren mountains make me feel that this place is witnessing its first ever black cloud; I've infiltrated it's flamboyant spirit.
And now I've nowhere left to go; my path lays before me - destroyed and the lessons of the blue birds are no longer of any heed.
------------------- Just a lil something. As always, all feedback and suggestions are welcome. :)
No milenniums or centuries have I walked neither exotic diversity seen of civilization's finest architectures sprawling of self delusions, me thinks civilized I am so do they all, so I left that smothering masquerade, I'm a beast, yes drips the primality, bring thou thine swords and spears to pierce my skin, shall I bleed masks no more, as death attempts itself, lost it has futile attempts at life and shall I not come down as soft drizzle but strike shall I as thundering clouds make presence known, shall paintings be torn away from trembling canvasses of Renaissance, finding burning residence where once the sun had been, an inner lamp now drives otherworldly scales of lunacy and that spirit, comes as a rush full of life and sustains not a blown - out candle adorned, a veil now has diluted sins and virtues — dissolved to none but that is I, we all are so thus is the Poet too, Art's harlot and perception's nameless mistress wakes in midst tunes windchiming, eternal quarrel ensues in eternity's music room