Kids are great story makers.
They make decisions as they play.
It tickles me from within
To watch them bring them skills at play.
Aren’t wrinkles nice
Which are formed through our smiles,
Which are the evidence
Of our joyful moments?
I wish not to be just a girlfriend
But more than that as a wife.
I want one honest, loyal and healing person
To accompany me through the rest of my life.
When I will be so aggrieved that I will become numb
I will push you away- it is a rule of thumb
I won’t be able to listen to your voice
Your vibe will be overpowered by the negative noise
Where we are, what we have,
What phase of life are we at-
Sometimes, it’s enough and all;
At other times, it is not.
It’s fascinating. It looks like a jungle in its own- with its own ecosystem and the outer shield of the vessel acts as the exosphere. The vegetables live within its heat and grow into finality, mixing into each other and a few other grinded, extracted and refined members like the salt and red chilli powder, turmeric and coriander leaves.
Maybe, I know you or maybe, not
But I stay awake thinking of you a lot.
A few instances make me miss you more.
The ocean of tears well up on the shore.
Don’t hold me too close.
What if you see the cracks in my soul
Or see that I am falling apart?
I won’t seem as beautiful as art.