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.
Tag: love
Musubi
It’s been two years.
My heart still bleeds.
Still I wish, I could see
Your sleeping face again.
The sky still gets dark
When clouds pour it down.
I wish I could get another morning,
Wrapped in your arm,
To take away all of my frown.
I still make chicken spicy,
And I brew strong coffee.
But they all feel stale,
As you are nowhere to taste.
I wish I could get lost in your eyes,
I wish I could smell your fragrance
I wish I could knot your ties,
I wish I could kiss you for an instance.
Now nicotine has replaced the kiss
And alcohol has replaced your scent.
Depression has took over the joy
And love has failed to sex.
As you are far away from my life
And I chose this path.
Still my soul holds a red thread,
Waiting to get tangled
With someone else’s fate.
As I know both of us were carefree winds,
And I know that time wouldn’t rewind.
Skipped Beats
My heart skipped a beat
Whenever I saw his almond eyes,
Covered with lashes and
A spark that never dies.
My blood used to dilute
When I hugged him tightly.
His scent made me go euphoric
As he smiled sweetly.
But when I look back nowadays,
I see nothing but a girl in love,
A fool and hopeless.
I feel disgust for her desperacy
To be loved back.
When I look at myself nowadays,
I see nothing but
A blurry past;
Wrapped in tears and
A broken heart;
Tries hard to skip
Its beats once again
In hope for
A story to begin.
Moonstruck 