What if you could be my Mehek
Would I be your Satyr  
Come to my place many fine girls
But it is you I choose

Your pictures on my wall
In my sitting room
And bathroom too
Baby we can do this like a Bollywood

Your Aunty doesn’t want to even see my face
And we could sneak out
And take the midnight train
To India!!!

And there we could be the best of lovers
Even Romeo and Juliet would be jealous
Baby and I love you  
I die for you

our roots were tangled
beneath the soil but our
petals never grew

8:08 PM
11/9/20

Every smile,
every touch
and every word
we ever shared were
poems unto themselves.

Shakira on the radio,
a gin and tonic or maybe four.
The night is young, baby,
and we aren't
getting any older.

You deserve to win
the Nobel Peace Prize
for bringing peace to this heart.
It has known nothing
but war and disarray
for far too long.
Thank you.

In the beginning the sky was cold butter,
hard and riddled with kernels of corn,
which, as the world heated, popped:
And thus the clouds were born.

I found one again
That's her different
She's unlike her
An angel
Yet to fly

Yes,
I miss you,
but sometimes I
miss myself
too.

Don't get engulfed in your history
Or history in general,
Sometimes history is meant to stay in the past,
We are creatures of structure,
When something's broke we try to fix it
And then we often say a lesson has been learnt
And we feel rich
But should we really try to fix things
And recreate history
When in reality
The future is but a mystery
And if you take the mystery out of history
Your future is the past
And not the future
So really
Just stay like a present
Box yourself
But put a pretty bow on the top
Even if you're cheap
Because
Cheap looks cute on you

My house walks.
She's pretty unique in that sense
She breathes with a passion very few get to witness unless she wish it
And carries herself in the stance of a headstrong and charismatic woman

My Home speaks
With a demanding voice that snatches the attention of the soul
She speaks words riddled with experience and wisdom
And laughs like the first song you've ever heard.

My peace of mind travels
It rests on the shoulders of a beautiful vessel created to match the soul and mind of my home,
And unfortunately

When she's roaming, my house no longer has my home.