Betrayal

I should have known
That this was to happen
My pie of the chocolate sundae
Would have been consumed
While I slept to get over
A tiring day at work.
Betrayal, sometimes is sweet.
Even more so,
when complemented by a hug.
the tiny little human at home.

Transcendence

It has never felt better to start a day
With the birds chirping and
the rays of the day,
Flaring through your hair.
As you lay tired on my chest.
I don't remember the previous night much.
I only recollect being intoxicated,
Consumed by both passion and lust.
You were at your sensuous best,
Taking the lead, and showing the way.
I swamped to find words to talk
Unspoken words, replaced by ecstasy,
Craving you more, every daring kiss.
I could sense the fire in your heart
Transcend into your breathing,
Burning me, consuming my desires.
Hypnotized by your charm,
I surrendered myself to your ways.
I don't quite know if I would
regret the night or cherish it forever.
One thing for sure, there wouldn't be
Another night like this

Blind Faith

Manuscripts that are a
Thousand years old
Qualifies the human deeds,
acts of good or of sin
And reads out punishments.

Logic, science and reasoning,
Non existent.
What are medicines for,
When my blind faith would cure
Me and everyone else from the perils.

I would only embrace modernity
On the peripheral.
Freedom for all, I proclaim.
Yes, I'd cat call, slut shame and insult
The outcast without societal norms.

Wearing the judgemental cloak
Is oh so easy.
All I need to do is blurt out that
It's how we have been since ages,
Freedom sometimes is a one way street.

Teenage Crushes

It wasn't until I first spoke to you,
That I started to worry about impressions,
And even expressions.
I knew from the beginning,
words were my Forte.
But it was you, the reason why I pursued it.

I don't think you'll remember or recollect,
I don't even know if you'd even noticed
How the silent and bookish kid in the class
Suddenly started to act different.
They say, teenage crushes are a thing of fancy
But for me, the impetus for transformation.

Three years of self imposed distancing
And ten years after,
Here we are today, laughing at the mockery
I had made of myself trying to impress you.
From a school time crush to a friend,
Someone who I treat as an extended family,
We have indeed come a long way.

Seasonal Friends

What do you do with books
That you have read once,
But no longer interests you
For a second time?

You keep them at the darkest corner
Of your shelf, left to bite dust,
Sometimes the termites feed of them
But you'd not really care.

Tell me why would you worry,
About someone who was seasonal?
And never quite had a reason,
To be forever?

Haven't we all heard,
People do change, like seasons?
Have we seen the winter halt?
Not paving the way for spring?

Cut those strings of attachments out
For its only drowning you in memories,
Occasional friends don't stay longer
Race ahead for the forever ones are waiting.

Proposal

Do you remember the time
From our school days,
Where we went onto the stage
How I stood on my knee,
Extending my hand towards you,
The imaginary ring that my hand held.
The shimmer in your eyes that day,
As the audience clapped and
Curtains came down.

Here we are at it again, today,
Only that it is not an enactment.
I wonder how do I profess my love to you,
For all the words I know
Won't be enough.
I knew your answer from the shine
In your eyes even before you uttered a word,
As I silently promised myself
To keep it shining forever.

Wishes

Between the lonely summer evenings and daunting winter nights, I do wish to be able to love again. To fall in love with someone, again. To be able to embrace them without fear of breaking apart yet again. It's so easy to break apart, but think of building yourself back from that. It's almost like moving a mountain. It makes me wonder if I'd rather be in the resounding silence of my room than to be drowning in pain and agony when time flies. Breaking apart is almost like withering away; pieces of what you once were, falling apart. What a daunting task it'd be to reconstruct yourself, after all that you have gone through!

Him & Her

All of the world's fictional stories would yet fail to contain the drama that real life holds. There is way too less that you could put in words compared to what happens in the grand stage of life. We are all nothing but mere pawns, in the hands of the greatest player ever, Time!*
How futile of us is it to try and hold on to time? To the past, to the grief. Time goes past us. We grow older; and then comes a moment when time would freeze. Death. Death, probably, would be the greatest liberators in this world.
I wonder how incredibly lonely would be that moment when you die. All your lives moments flashing through your mind, your eyes moist, of joy or may not. But knowing that your time has time. Would you regret the one life that you lived? Or would you smile and welcome it?
Death must indeed be so beautiful, to listen to the sound silence, to have no yesterdays, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace*

*1 - Quoted from the book "The Place of Illusions"
*2 - Quoted from Oscar Wilde.

Burial

How did it go the last night?
I only remember waking up with a headache. You probably left long before.

I don't seem to recollect what brought us together again. I remember us sitting down near the fireplace, ordering our drinks, one after the other.

I don't remember what I said. Nor do I remember what I heard. But I do get asked; in fact, a lot more than that I ever anticipated. Why do I still remember everything about us.

I must confess, the only thing that went in my mind was two years were enough to start all over again.

I must also thank myself for not spilling it out. Sure, I could have blamed it on the alcohol, but you, you would hear the unheard, understand the unsaid.

Today I can just bury it deep in my mind as an after thought of recollection of the past. Nothing more.