More than words can say

Sometimes you make me teary

with love

and dreams

and care

and importance

and love

and love.

Sometimes you make me want

to hold you by your collars

and pin you against the wall

and kiss the fuck out of you

because what you do

is really fucking hard to do.

XOXO

Play it up

I like the way we do not fight.

Fast forward to when we do 

and then hours of not talking and then laughing it out. 

Let’s rewind to when our eyes met and we didn’t know they were whispering “sweet nothings”.

Let’s rewind to when we held hostages under our tongues. 

But an internal soundtrack started pulsing.

Let’s rewind to the raindrops that hung at the edge of the clouds. Only living to fall.

Let’s pause here. This is what I felt like.

Press play.

 I kiss you and you tell me how glad you are this happened. 

  

Pause this. 

Let’s go back to when I first met you; the way you stole looks thinking I didn’t notice.

Press play

The way you rolled your eyes and the way you smiled, I wish you had kissed me.

Let’s pause here.

This moment. I want it to last forever. This is the love all the love songs are about.

Fast forward to when you don’t leave, you don’t give up on me when I get difficult.

Fast forward to when I warn you about my dark, but you stay and stay and eat up all the shadows.

You stay, forever.

Let’s pause here. 

Press play.

    

hope notes

1.       Going on your first date, second and third that eventually turn into a wedding, aren’t you?

2.       Celebrating your first anniversaries, second anniversaries, fiftieth anniversaries aren’t you?

3.       Having children?

4.       And then grandchildren?

5.       Watching sunsets that never seem to end?

6.       Holding hands with someone?

7.       Watching your kids grow up from the size of a cauliflower?

8.       Watching your parents grow wrinkles and grey hair and curl with age?

9.       Wandering places to find something or the other?

10.   Being a superhuman to someone, aren’t you?

      

Because I hope so

#LeapOn

An extra day

Upon minutes

Upon seconds.

Finally an Oscar

Upon Leo

Upon The Revenant.

An extraordinary day

Upon you

As you go from gojavas.

An extra tax

Upon public

Disguised as welfare.

The world is moving too fast

And spinning too much.

A lot many people are here

Crossing their hearts,

Taking a leap of faith.

I just feel dizzy. 

Everything between hope and less

Nine months

is enough time to be prepared.

But not sure

if it is enough to get ready.

Dangerous woman

Security can never find it.

Scanners will never recognize it.

I keep my weapons hidden.

You called me a dangerous woman.

And you were right.

Speak to me heart to heart

And never will the gun in my head click.

It's the thing about highways

You came like a Ferari

On the highway.

Zip-zap-zoom.

My heart felt

Like an ambulance

Stuck in traffic.

Between us,

There will always be

Loud silences

           And

                     fleeting

          distances.

Beginning of forever

You’ve been

the flavor of the month.

Even my chums smell like you.

Okay I don’t mind sitting

Next to you

With butterflies in my stomach,
A zoo in my chest

And my heart in my mouth

Wearing a rock on my finger

and plastic smile.

Simply because

I want you

To be the flavor

Of my life.  

September

It punched August

In the stomach and

Came right in front of you.

The sun is also confused

Whether to burn brighter

And cuddle you in its arms

Or to kiss you all over your face

And leave your skin wet.

Finally, here it comes to you

Like a baby comes to the mother,

After 9 long months only to tell you

it loves you.

But you don’t know what that means.  

Maybe because you've decided 

to wake up when September ends.

Adult

Call me an adult. But not an adult as enough adult.

I. For I say a prayer and let the evil times roll in. Because God never advertised his 30 minute show up policy.

II. For living like a tide. And there are days when the moon is full and has an uncontrollable pull.

III. For I wait and then wait more for the right time. And then watch it passes by, elegantly, without my consent.

IV. For breathing life into monsters. And then complaining why he destroyed everything once again.

V.  For changing the world. But not as much as the world changing me as an adult.