Meena

her fingers bleed wise words

as her coffee brown skin 

glows in the setting sun  

she writes, inspires and fights, 

she's poetry soaked in inspiration

That gentle gaze

those gentle eyes are 

so comforting

I could build my 

home in them

That sea-kissed moment

their sea-kissed feet 
walked several miles

it was one of those moments when

their eyes exchanged 

similar smiles

her moon shone bright

and the breeze danced on his hair

that moment felt perfect for her

that moment felt just right

Finally washed ashore

an evening spent well with him

has left her craving for more

it feels like a ship long abandoned in the sea

has finally washed ashore

Lost

"I'm as lost in 

life as you are"

these words on a 

chilly January evening

mellowed down 

the chaos which was 

destroying my mind

You'll get me into trouble

his eyes reflected his calm soul

as the two perched beneath that orange glow 

she was a bit sleepy and so was he

thankfully he didn't notice the glances she stole

they were sitting amidst

plants dressed in fairy lights

his irresistible charm tugged her closer

she knew, maybe, this could be  

one of their romantic nights

but her hesitation to take that leap of faith stopped her

"you will get me into trouble," she said

thankfully he didn't dig further for the right answer

They find each other, maybe?

like a good story

finds its ideal reader

a good heart

finds its ideal lover

maybe?

Fireflies

kiss me while we lay 

beneath the starlit sky 

twinkling fireflies 

will guide you to my lips

he says, she says - II

I can't see a thing, she says 

I will show you the way, says he

I have grown old, she sighs

so have I, sighs he

where are my specs? asks she

on top of your head, says he

I still love your smile, she sings

I still love your voice, smiles he

he says, she says - I

I'm scared, she says 

me too, says he 

what if we die? she asks 

what if we live? asks he 

hold my hand, she says 

forever I'll, says he

Killer smile

if you disarm me 

with that dazzling smile

I will write you our love story

and, yes, it would be entirely your fault

My space

you're like

that space

I want

for myself

#chaos

In what world

sees chaos

I find my solace

A Warm Blanket

You radiate the warmth

of a much-needed blanket

on a ruthless, stormy night

Their story

their story 

has the potential 

to turn into an 

endless conversation

Moon in a pinstripe shirt

he looked like a moon 

in a white pinstripe shirt

his eyes literally twinkled 

when he smiled at me

and no, he is not a cliché

i'm talking about

no, he will never be one to me

Home

~ home ~

the one word

which comes

to my mind

when I see you

My dear muse

if I ever become 

a famous storyteller 

you would be that muse 

all would get to know of 

because I would breathe you 

in and out of my stories

Owned?

you are not merely 

a beautiful shadow 

but a body of substance 

you charm all with your words

I think you can own me with them

Like charges repel, or do they?

they are so much like each other
yet different in some way
he was gradually turning into her moon
towards which her wobbly earth wanted to sway

she thought for long to ask him a question
hesitated a lot as her mind was too frail

for she had those iron walls guarding her heart

which he had the potential to scale

"have you seen the law of electric charges 
– like charges repel – defy? like in real life?"

ask she did, but hoped for a bad answer
for she dreaded that every interaction 
might slowly bring her closer
not that she didn't want those 
lovely meetings to happen
just that she was too tired 
to again let her eyes dampen

as charming as he was, he gave her a charming answer

"yes, I have. only I didn't notice it earlier." 

never mind her guard, she thought 

her heart is where he'd began to sail
however, with the raging hurricane inside her 
she feared that he may not be able to find his way

although he is just like her 
and she is just like him
all she's secretly hoping is that
their slow journey towards each other 
might get a second wind