Bottled Up Thoughts

Here we are, on a one less lonely night. Baring love, love, and endless conversations -about water bubbles, beers, and busses. It is this moonlit sky that we share, even when miles apart. The stars have a new spark today, like a newly-wed longing for the spouse to return home. //Home// Sounds strikingly synonymous to you. You are home. We lie there, let time lapse As silence emerged victorious, in the clash against a million things to voice. Somewhere on this road of relief, I watch you fall asleep - slowly first and all at once. Eight whole seconds pass between your inhales and exhales, you are adorable. //Love// Could everything I feel for you, be held hostage in a mere four-letter word? Gently I kiss, drawing out metaphors between your amateur dimples and the moonlight over your cheeks. Drowsily you hold my hand tight and I wonder if you know every time your skin finds its way to mine, my heart nearly explodes into a thousa...

  One day at a time, it's supposed to take 21 days for something to shape into a new habit. I'd ask, How long would it take to break one? You'd shown places so beautiful I never imagined of. Addiction, was what you were called by 'em all yet you felt like home; Rapidly intoxicating layers of my body, and then my mind. Who knew you and I, weren't meant to be? So I went on to give up on you. Day one And I'd started looking at the world Far beyond your eyes, distinctly in despair. Toxic thoughts and tiring times, your presence was all that my skin craved for. Six days straight I howled in pain, draining denial with my tears that rolled down every night. For the next one week, Agitating voices echoed all day long eternally whispering how perfectly we fit in together like forgiveness was all you desired. For now, I know you were an awful dream by and by that I chased absurdly. In the four days that followed Th...

Goodbyes are the saddest part  even of the greatest stories. Hard to voice and harder to leave. They say we never give enough time for a loved one's departure. So I turned you into poetry keeping you alive between the lines. Now I think of you in multiples of twelve. Twelve minutes past our first meet, we exchanged nervous smiles  across the beds. In the twenty-four hours that followed, We bonded over a million sicknesses  and sour soups. I faintly remember, It took you thirty-six failed trials  to rightly pronounce my two-syllable name. Forty-eight hilarious jokes later, we knew we were stronger  than our illnesses combined were. Lying in the critical care unit for sixty days straight, we now wake up to pills and hopelessness or mostly the latter. Admiring our seventy-second sunset you told how when young, sunsets fascinated you the most; I couldn't un-see that spark in your eyes. The eighty-fourth sunshine set me free from that room which forever s...

A t the age of 10, The earth for me, was all flat. Disputes often put off/In exchange  of a toffee or two. Watching clouds move  Hunting rainbow tails for gold  And witty stories of the hare, were daily doses of joy. By the age of 15, I knew it all, i thought. Broken vases/forgotten friendships Wishing over fallen eyelashes and shooting stars. Keeping diaries was an art. Love was the boy, With a cute smile and blushed cheeks. I'll be 19 in a month. Is the skin bruised or my heart I'm perplexed. I go on long walks, all alone. One down the memory lane. I knew, Growing up is all magical. It's growing out of cradles and uniforms, Of fancy habits/foolish fantasies, And growing out of toxic men. It's much like  the autumn that sees its leaves  wither and die. For the newborns to gleam all green Under the radiant sky.                       ...

You are a girl. Know how you will never be told  Of Cinderella who killed her step mother later when she was the Queen. Or how Ariel, the mermaid, almost killed the prince  soon after he married someone else. They're all afraid you'd know how a stranger  made love with the sleeping beauty,  all without her consent. You are a girl. You are never told the tales of the strong, of the women with imperfections. They won't tell how adorable your dreams And scars on your wrists are, And how they need not be hidden anymore. You are a girl. You are more than just geometry, or failed attempts at symmetry. You are more than your curved lines and edges and body angles. You are more than your body. You are to grow up to be the woman, With real flaws and issues of your own. Grow up, not to be a princess in wait of her prince charming, to get rescued. Grow up to be the Queen of your kingdom.       ...