Posted in Poetry

Broken Vows

I remember the kiss we shared
When we met for the first time and
The red envelope you handed me
With a letter of your open heart.
And I remember the last letter I wrote
And pinned with my earring
Before I left forever to chase my dream.

So, we had a promise;
A promise to build a future.
A pledge of love; left unfinished;
And a vow to grow old together.
And here we stand tonight;
Blocked on each other's device,
With dried tears on my cheeks
And broken poems in your notebook.

And you don't know
How I wish everynight
I could run back.
Run back to the alley
And hug you tight
And kiss you like the first time.
And tell you how much I want us.
How much sorry I am
For sleeping with another man
For every misunderstanding I had.

I wish I could turn the clock back.
And leave everything behind.
To get that moment again;
When I saw you for the last time;
On an August night
With hopes in our eyes
To meet again
In some foreign countryside.
And perhaps this the price
We have to pay for this life,
For every false promise we made,
For every broken vows we pledged.
Posted in Poetry

Oxytocin

Blood was running
Through their veins.
Breathes were heavy.
Oxytocin captured their brains.
“So this it?”, She said.
“Yeah.” He replied.
Years after seperation,
When the two bodies met.
Love was gone forever,
But the oxytocin was all they had.

Posted in Poetry

Out of sight, out of mind

You said, “It’s out of my mind,
As soon as it is out of my sight.”
Keeping my head on your lap
I sighed, “Same”, I replied.

The evening was dark as well,
Like the nature of our relationship.
The sky poured the same that night,
As my tears would drip.

The day you smelled the same; euphoric,
As Sweet as the musk of Moschus,
And your touch was the same erotic
As the carvings of Khajuraho temples.
That evening your breath was addictive,
Like the intoxicating smell of dendrite.
And I could not stop you from kissing,
Though I knew the relationship was a toxin.

And the venom still runs through my veins,
Making my every night blurry as hell.
You were always honest about yourself.
But I kept lying to myself.
As I know, forever
You will be out of my sight.
But I Know,
You are still not out of my mind.