Aligned

She came into my life as if she was already there
A lifetime of emptiness filled with a stare
A sweetness only seen in the richest of hunny
A nature of beauty worth much more than money
A touch, a kiss, forever lasting bliss
A smile, oh that smile, it could melt you in a instant
The closer she gets, it starts to feel distant
Her movement, her grace, her love, her passion
Excitement is rising, a child inside
Keep her still for too long it’s like she has died
Complex yet simple, confusion like rain
Coming in from all angles, fast, heavy, I wipe it from my face
Just get me an umbrella
It’s just rain
It will pass
Then sun. Glorious sun

– A poem by TB given to me. 🙂

8 Oct 2017

No one, even I, didn’t think that,
This is how the puzzle would look like.
Pictures looked whole from afar.
But broken when closely examined.
It didn’t make sense.
I couldn’t comprehend.
You couldn’t either.
I almost forgot how we were almost a happily-ever-after.
I couldn’t remember.
The nights and days were spent to feel.
Those gruesome thirst for the water of knowing.
A seldom episode that truth kills.
Very rare occasion that it is a poison!

Scars (Hide none)

When every scar is a story to tell.
When every blotch is a tattoo of strength.
Artistically embedded by circumstances.
Unique symbols of bravery and power.
Irreversible arrangements by nature.
Immense stamp of formidability.
Openly inviting exploration.
Accepted with pure honesty and kindness.
World’s work of art.
Subjectively explained.
Objectively felt.
Lovingly embraced.