He fills me with life soothing beats and musical lyrics scents the air I stand independently with an elegant flare while he stares intently into me why must he look at me in such a way for the redness in me shows my blush oh why must he grab onto me with such tenderness swirling the passion within me like a sudden rush
His lips gently caresses me for he dranks the life out of me curiously I wonder if my contents pleases him the rhythmic atmosphere seduces the room while his pen writes fiercely becoming his heart's tool peace becomes a decor in this moment as my essence becomes a muse for the moment
He absorbs my essence the spirit of relaxation possesses him his body begins to succumb to peace for I contain this brief moment of relief never have I been held with such care his lips molds to my frame as I continue to give myself to him with no shame
The night comes to end while my nectar has been taken by him empty and alone I will become again for his attention has returned to his pen I feel proud for what I did for him to truly be used by him isn't a sin as I gift him with my wine from within
Like an apple on a tree that was very much out of reach was how your love was presented to me every branch of you conspired against me just as I stop reaching your branches would lower for me that led me to ask, Why constantly fool me with this trickery?
I continued to dwell in your shade to protect me from the heat yet when I was hungry for love I couldn't grasp the apples on your tree tantalizing and heavenly your apples probably taste yet you never allowed one to fall so I could taste but, Why constantly shield me if your love wasn't meant to fuel me?
I set up home at the base of your tree hoping one day you'll eventually trust me yet the seasons came and went but still not one apple had graced my lips you were supportive during storms til the point I felt safe calling you home for even though I never ate from your tree it still was nice to live by thee but still I asked, Why let me stay if you didn't truly want me?
One day a great wind blew changes was in the air I felt it and so did you so along came an adventurer we both never knew as I figured he took a liking to you you allowed him to stay on the other side of you time passed and one day I heard a crunch to my surprise your apple had graced his stomach I was hurt and looked up at your branches to realize you no longer shaded me with your branches I left on my journey to begin anew while asking, Why fool and malnourish me if another was what you were looking to feed?
"You are sitting here? Your phone is ringing from an hour. Here, answer it." - Meera said in anger, giving me my phone. I knew she would interrupt my peace, but I was not expecting her this early. Oh btw, Meera is my roommate and we have been sharing room from 2 months now. "Meera, can't you see I am having my me-time? I left my phone downstairs on purpose." - Having said that, I checked my phone- 12 missed calls and quite a few text messages. I was in no mood to ruin my me-time. So, I switched off the phone and moved to the other corner of terrace. Meera was giving me cold stares, the kind of stare I had not faced since a long time. The stare that had confrontation hidden in it. "Khyati, what are you running from? And why are you running? "Why would I run from anything Meera? I just wanted some alone time." - I shifted my glance away from her. "At times I feel sad for you but mostly I am scared. I have seen you deteriorating. But someday you will have to stop Khyati, either by choice or forcefully." Having said that, Meera went downstairs, leaving behind pool of thoughts for me. Meera was right. I knew what I was running from. I just did not want anyone to be a part of it. I was running from myself. There was a time when I over felt everything and today I don't choose to express anything. And with each day that's passing, I am getting worse at emotions. "Can incidents change a person to this extent?"- I asked myself only to get no answer back. The evening had become darker by then with cold breeze blowing. I could see birds returning back to their trees.
"Maybe someday I too would return back to myself. Or maybe this is the destination I had been seeking."