love – Infinite boulevard

unmade

Now that there’s not a shadow of my existence in that apartment, let alone my smell, Is your bed still lying unmade and messy, uncannily resonating with how my life became, after you? Unorganized, disoriented, cold, wrinkled. I remember how cracked it made you that I was a morning person, who loved to rise withContinue reading “unmade”

lovin’

There isn’t much that I want; just a little loving when I’m asleep, Just a little caring when I’m awake. A ride home from the supermarket, A short walk at the park. A tiny peck on the nose, a shiny dew on a rose. To look at stars in the sky, To hold your handContinue reading “lovin’”

parallels

We’re running in between parallels of heaven and hell, waiting and wanting to be a part of both. I see you peeking from behind the wooden door that I left open, wearing a cap and a baseball jersey, lurking in the darkness in search a lone soul. I slid into that yellow shirt you leftContinue reading “parallels”

And then there are days when you are missed a little more than on Sundays. So I keep a blinking light on with my eyes shut, tracing back and forth in all the places that went dark. I have loved you enough to know that there are even things that slip off our hands whenContinue reading

normality deficit

it’s only until the clock strikes two after midnight that you start feeling all lovelorn and dejected; like a sense of normality deficit occurring in your life. you want to be loved, you want to be needed, you want to be touched. you want to be wanted. and when no one ever gives you that,Continue reading “normality deficit”

I can tell

You kissed me at 2:27 am,As the raindrops clashed like cymbals against the window pane.A laugh in the sea of sadness;You took my heart and thawed the growing anguish. Our lips met in an odd old-fashioned manner, Filling the chasm of air that floats in between our pinched noses.Our heads tilted at angles that fitContinue reading “I can tell”

How your heart starts to smile

There is something very endearing about old times,Just like how your heart starts to smile-At the smell of a diary that has been shelved for years;Those tiny fragments of dust and dirt that sits on its cover,That brown tinge that envelopes the pages,Rides a straight path from your head to heart. Wiping off the dust,Continue reading “How your heart starts to smile”

For being loved is my only plea

It has been raining,And this song came up on the radio.I like the gentle beat, the subtle feel;I wonder how the lyrics will go – “Come up to meet youTell you I’m sorryYou don’t know how lovely you areI had to find youTell you I need youTell you I set you apart” Last month, IContinue reading “For being loved is my only plea”