Here.

  He was standing there; He'd been right here all along. _____________________ He was intellectually and physically strong. _____________________ There was always humour and kindness in his words. _____________________ He always had my back: He'd never stab with metaphorical swords. _____________________ His words are His bond, _____________________ I'm bound by his love. _____________________ His smile... Continue Reading →

Making plans.

I am a big fan Of making concrete plans. _____________________ Nothing must be left to chance, So life doesn't get out of hand. _____________________ But like one on a fools errand, I ran around Aimlessly, hopelessly disarmed By your charm. _____________________ I tried to bury my head In the sand, _____________________ But my heart conspired... Continue Reading →

Games.

Say what you mean, Don't speak from The side of your mouth. _____________________ Look me in the eye During conversations, Don't look North or South. _____________________ Walk straight towards me, Rather than Zig-zagging, Dodging responsibilities And imaginary bullets. _____________________ Hold me close With both hands, Try your best not to Stab me in the back.... Continue Reading →

Temple.

  He says he wants to worship at my feet. _____________________ I say I am a mere mortal, the sum of life's victories and defeats. _____________________ He says that my forehead radiates the sun; that there no one who has enchanted him so sweetly and completely. _____________________ The casual garments that I put on are... Continue Reading →

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