Reverie

  Tonight under the clearest skies I look out through Thinking of you Baptizing stars with strangers’ names Wondering which is yours I blink and in an instant One of them is gone

I Wanted To Be Therefore I Am

This is a poem – a letter to myself – I wrote about ten years ago. Reading it back today made me smile. I have become the woman I wanted to be then. Twenty-year old me would be proud. This ten-year-older, future version of herself is just like she had envisioned. 

Coup de Foudre*

You have no idea what is going on Around you, the world is a blur. He is all you can see, hear, smell, and feel, And touch? You wonder… He speaks.  

Trapped

“Still my body kept on walking. Both hands hanging by my sides. I tried to command it to turn back, retrace my steps to a point of origin. I could not. I tried to move my arms and reach out to my back. I could not.

Assaulted

I opened my eyes and still could not see anything. There was no blood on my back. My clothes were intact. I was still on the same road. Walking ahead. Robotic, automated steps. My body seemed unharmed.

Right Through Me

Very few people see beyond appearances. It takes them forever to see me for who I really am. Here though, right there on screen, you can see right through me. There is no need to read between my lines. I make it clear. My soul is exposed, yet I am serene.

Skies on Fire

“If and when love happens to you and me, it will be special. It will shake our worlds upside down and lift up all the specks gathering on our shelves – up to the skies and let them rain down again.

Blank Space

There are days when I feel like I have all the time in the world. Days when I feel patient, when I have this idea that everything will turn out all right. And there are days like today, when I don’t feel like it is going to be okay at all.

Astral Projection

“By bits and pieces your picture is forming in front of me Assembling words, images… and moments, My mind is patching you up. In the morning light, You see right through me and smile.”   An Excerpt from Linger by B. – First published on Mug’s Tale

Tailored Fantasies

“I woke up to the soft caresses of XO this morning. (..) I have rarely felt so calm and appeased after a moment like that, so pleased, so fulfilled. I wish I could say how amazing that was to XO.

High in Translation

“There was this tingling feeling all over me. It was within me too. Tiny specks of unknown matter were popping on my skin with a prick, rushing there in waves – some cold as ice, and others hot as fire. I could sense their force in my flesh and bones.

Rushing through the Woods

“The wind was brushing on my face. I was running as fast as I could, exhilarated by the empowering freshness of the air coursing through my lungs. The oxygen it contained was energizing me. I loved this forest, its feel, its sounds, its tastes.