Of Things Left Unsaid

As we sat on the rusty cold bench,

facing the magnificent sea,

I smiled, unable

to control my glee.

When you asked,

the question I dreaded,

What are you thinking, so dreamily?

Why are you smiling, so beautifully?

How do I tell you,

that the smile is a facade,

curtaining the things I wanna say,

the things I wanna do,

At the dark of night,

At the break of light,

to hold your hands,

deluged in the first rain,

submerging in the throes of passion,

collapsing into your arms.

How do I tell you,

that I want to surf the beaches,

gawk at the Louvre,

walk by the coral sea,

sipping some hot tea.

Instead, I say,

It’s nothing, just a beautiful dream.

The Lie

He lies every night, by me;

I look into his bleak, unflattering eyes,

When he confesses his love to me.

I know that it is untrue, but want to believe otherwise.

 

I feel him slip away,

When I hold him tight,

I see him stumble in the way,

In the bright daylight.

 

I feel the coldness,

When he makes love,

I hug him and feel him tighten,

Like a stifled dove.

 

I wish he lied to me,

And I feel sorry for him,

As sad as it may be,

He is living a lie himself.

 

I lay there staring at the ceiling,

Where the fan rotated like the wheel of a cart.

Knowing fully, that I am the one in his arms,

But I m not, and cannot replace the one in his heart.

 

The Last Breath

Her father lay there,

White and cold,

Covered in satin,

The same shade, his skin.

 

Earlier that day,

Her father brought her balloons.

She looked eagerly,

As he inflated all of ‘em.

 

Now he lay,

Lifeless and pale,

Like a dull mid-day.

She clutched on to the balloons.

 

She still had a piece of him,

She still had his last breath.

All Over Again

The first days are bliss,

Moments of elation, bursts of love,

Like when a new life,

Blossoms inside you.

 

Kith and kin shower blessings,

And congratulate,

And the couple smiles,

 Content, ecstatic.

 

Then start the risky days,

After the honeymoon curtain falls,

With bumps and kicks,

Just like when the baby grows.

 

Childbirth is agony,

Yet the baby’s first cry,

Lets you forget it all.

Similarly, with all the ups and downs,

Your smile, at the end,

Makes everything worth it.

 

Making me want to go over it,

Over all the flinching pain and bouts of elation,

All over again,

All over again.

Your Eyes

 

Eyes were just,

A medium to see,

Until I saw you,

Looking at me.

 

I was sucked in,

Like into a black hole

Into a deep abyss,

I was consumed whole.

 

Every time our eyes met,

My heart skips a beat

Tugging at my heart,

Filling me with heat.

 

The more I try to explore the mesmerizing depths,

The deeper I fall,

And the more I search for answers,

The more I get lost,enthralled.

 

I can feel the longing,

Never do you cease to amaze,

Your magnetic gaze,

I stutter in its purple haze

You Are My Utopia

 

You are my utopia,

Everything be so perfect,

So serene,

A wishful utopia,

When am with you.

 

The world is brighter,

Flowers are prettier,

A hundred rhapsodies and symphonies.

And then you disappear,

Faster than you came.

 

The world goes bleak,

Birds go meek.

I relive what I have,

Which are only memories.

 

I move past the lanes we treaded,

Hand in hand,

I pass the vacant park benches,

Where I can see our silhouettes laughing

Now all I can see,

Is an empty hand,

And an empty road.