This is Love

This – a verse in making

This – a love in waiting

This – a sky of rainbow

This – a tree of daffodils

 

This – a chandelier of constellations

This – a night of celebration  

This – you in my arms

This – our moment of quietness

 

This – your scent on my pillow

This – your kiss on my lips

This – your gorgeous dark skin

This – your cute jawline pimple

 

This – your guiltless lassitude

This – your childlike attitude

This – our recurring arguments

This – our mismatched outlook

 

This - is us

This - is our world

I love it wholly 

I adore it so much

A Sweet Decay

 

My love is as sweet as milk, honey, and cinnamon

They make me aromatic, pungent, and warm

I become like a piece of milk cake

Isn’t it your favourite of all?

You may decide to gulp it down

But I say – take it slow  

Take a piece

Appreciate its beauty and shape

Understand its aroma

Close your eyes and memorise its taste

Let it melt in your mouth

Let it stop existing

Let it become a part of you

My Flawless Contradictions

 

I am this, I am that

I am half, I am full

I am difficult, I am easy

I am you, I am me

 

My wishes blend into each other

They take the shape of a bigger plan

They run after my instincts

And, without my knowledge,

I submit myself to the occasion

I become someone else

Someone less like my aware-self

More of an offshoot of my imagination

 

My contradictions run in plenty

They build me up

They tear me down

They teach me lessons

Some speak to me - all the time

Some deny my existence - all the time

Love Called

In the middle of the night, in a half-asleep state

Love called

Caressed my face

Kissed my earlobes

And woke me up

Spoke about love, hope, and loss

Of the times we danced, laughed, and fought

Then whispered in my ears –

“I am with you, always.”

I sighed

I smiled

I slept                                                                                                      

Love kept making noises