When love exists

Her: "... That should be vicious"

Him:"You have an extremely cute smile. I don't think I'll ever forget that in my lifetime. When you're lying right next to me with you're hair falling on my face and then you just smile. It's not vicious... It's the most beautiful, sexiest thing in the world. No I will never forget the sheer joy I feel when I look at your smiling face."

She sits in her room one year later and thinks to herself Why is it that we feel deprived when love exists?

Notion of You

I have you.
Well, I'd like to think
that I have you.
But that taste of notalgia
still remains on the tip of my tongue.
Am I fool to pretend
that I am walking with you?
No, I'd like to think that you're here.
You see, I am struggling
to be what you want me to be.
I am struggling
to be what they want me to be.
Their voices are loud
in my head.
They scream of infidelities
and they scream of righteousness
while my dreams are caught in the middle
of it all.
I know that I cannot fathom your wrath,
nor can I accept the idea of
following the path they've taken.
It is for this I must march on.
If I am a soldier then I feel blessed
and if I am a sinner then I feel condemned
because their screams won't let
me be.
Their notion of you
is polluted with hyprocrisy
and they disguise their faces
with the writings of your holiness.
But what about the people I know of?
What about their beliefs
and their humble prayers?
In my sleeplessness I beg for their welfare
and in my sleeplessness I reject them.
So tell me, what bad is in the good I feel?
And would I ever sleep?
Yes, I do think of you
and when I I think of you
I forget all else.

23rd October 2010

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Thoughts;
and to feel what cannot find words.
Feelings;
with no sense of expression,
not even a whisper.
How shall I narrate you my love
when I cannot even impart knowledge
of your existence?
Their timeless notions of life
and everything that cannot be undone.
Their simple days
and everything in between
that I loathed much so
that I’ve become them.
Sailing in vacuum of space
and watching rainbow colours of
what I am in this very moment.
No, I cannot fathom your resentment.
All I have is my fear
whose hand I am yet to grab again
as I have fallen.
And I am waiting to be undone.


17th October 2010