You. And. Me.

The brush of cheeks.
Blush.

The careless beats of another’s heart.
Smile.

The slipping of fingers on her back.
Shiver.

The sharing of dark secrets and childish stories.
Laugh.

The pain of all hidden lies. 
Tears.

The look on her face, while she sleeps.
Sigh.

The rhythm of your name in her voice.
Song.

The caring warmth of being held tight.
Affection.

The fights for the TV’s remote control.
Togetherness.

The expression of one’s honest feelings.
Hug.

The weak knees and strong desires.
Blink.

The promises for lifetime.
Trust.

The flower with a hidden ring. 
Kiss.

The two.
Love

I will be your home.

I will you be your home
Your life’s certainty.
Will lift you away
From the harsh realities of this world.
Warm you softly 
With the softest brush
Of our lips.

Will be your shelter
From your own tears,
From your own fears.
Will be the one you can take for granted.
I’ll wrap you within me
And make your life like your dreams.

Will hide you off
To the place we can call our world. 
Will be your happiness
Protecting you from your pains.

I will be your home,
Your happiness.

More than words.

If I am talking to you,
You don’t always have to talk.

Not your advices, nor your consolations,
If I am talking to you,
I’ll just ask you to stay around.
To let me know that you’re there,
And will always be.

Exhausted, most nights,
I patiently wait for gentle hands,
To hold me tight.

If am talking to you,
Assure me, that you understand.

Tell me, tell me it’s okay to cry.

Without saying a word,
Make your presence felt,
Often, all I need is,
Just.
To be heard.

As We Kiss; Ecstasy.

Her untamed velvety hands reach me in ways I craved for,

Hurt me in scintillating ways I could never prepare for,

Lets me hold her like I am the only one,

The way she hugs me as we kiss; ecstasy.

Felt her love in the movement of her lips,

Such mild smoothness as she clings to me.

Somewhere my heart actually registers her surprises,

As she looks with the eyes, I find my soul in.

Copyright/ Art Credit: Richa Arora

Like in dreams, much in life; her love blinds me,

In my heart her love completes me,

Like today, I hope tomorrow she'd still crave me,

And yes, I think I'm in love with her, completely.

I'll be your love; be everything that you need.

Know something about me; tell me something about you.
Pretense may be not be unheard around us, but ignore it in this conversation.
Let yourself be free and laugh; give up to let someone in.
Let me in.

Tell me about your strange dreams and stupid wishes, tell me how your day went.
Tell me something to make me cry, tell me something to make me laugh.



Let loose your shoulders, unleash yourself from the grip of worldly concerns.
Let yourself get lost in the conversation, lose track of time.
Let your feelings storm your face, and be mine to be read.
Let your muscles soften up in your hands, and be mine to be held.

Look into my eyes, my soul is there for you to love and be loved.
Talk to me beautiful, just let us be.

Being me…

                                  Each moment...

                                                   Each day...

                                                           You grow, like everyone I see...

                                      I notice how you change...

                                                                            But never did I...

                                              Do you know why...

                                                                    Probably, you don’t...

                                    Yes, all I can do is cry...

                                                                            So do you...

                                                     But our tears are different...

                                          My tears are just blood...

                                                                That is all, that seeps...

                                                          From my eyes, otherwise so bright...

                                               As I cry...

                                                                                 Be scared of me...

                                                                       But pity me too...
 
                                  Because I am...

                                                 Alone...

                                                                          I am a...

                                                     Vampire...

I should’ve said no, really.

Those fine, rich lips moved towards my ear, "Come, let’s go!"
    No, I said.

She kept speaking, words burrowed like little whispering love-dreams into my brain, "I will show you the universe. You have to come with me to know, what you’ve missed all this while."
    I said No, yet again. But my heart-beats were too strong to be ignored.

"I can play you the tune of love!"
     “No!” Despite my refusal I knew I was getting drawn to her.

"Don’t you want to see how the sunshine glitters off sand on far-flung beaches…"
      No, I tried to be firm.

"...as the sun leaves the sky!"
      "No!" I almost shouted.

Twitching her lips, she smiled, "Tell me are you scared of committing a sin?"
    No, not really.

"What scares you, then?"
     Frowned, I  told her how I'm scared of being burnt by the copper that reflects in her hair."

 
"So," A vicious smile bloomed upon her lips, "you think I’ll harm you?"
     "Naah, not at all”

She pressed even closer to my ear, those luscious lips whispered her final thought, compelling enough, "Then just come with me now..."

      I just kept my eyes for the next few moments and could feel my life suddenly getting sucked out of me.

She just smiled.

      No. I really should have said No.

“..Luscious lips,
And so beautiful,
And when she smiles,
Those eyes reflecting love,
That pretty smile,
Like that last ray of sunshine,
It makes the heart beat faster!”

The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.

“Mid way there” he said aloud, although no one could hear him. His search began few weeks back, and still ahead of him are possibly as many weeks.

He was enlivened by the memory of her fragrance and the wish for her presence. In some three hundred kilometres miles his dream would come true, probably!

Note : Title is a quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. (German Playwright, Poet, Novelist and Dramatist. 1749-1832)

..before falling silent forever again.

Cocooned within walls of flowing silence,
Speaking a language sans words or sounds,
Writing words in an evanescent script which left
Silent brush marks on empty pages of the heart,
We have spent countless hours, my love,
While the clocks stood still, and the world forgot to turn.

Its time now for the white noise of life
To intrude in the silence shared by us,
Lest our silence bury our love,
Beneath a mound of syllables, unspoken, unheard.
Its time now for words to gurgle and swirl
And inundate the islands of loneliness,
Like a river swollen, in full spate, bursting forth.
Its time, my love, to write a poem again.

Let our love roll with a drumbeat of sounds,
The desperate cacophony of chirping birds
Seeking a nest to rest their wings,
The ceaseless pitter patter of blinding rain
On a hard tin roof on a monsoon night,
The piercing whistle of a thundering train
Slicing the silence in the deep of the night,
The honking of horns, the swish of a plane,
The laughter of children, the tinkle of an anklet,
Steam hissing from a pot of freshly cooked rice,
The muted roar of a million hungry throats,
The splashing sweat from entwined limbs,
The incoherent grunts, muttered endearments,
A symphony of Mozart
Rising to a crescendo.....

.....Before falling silent forever again.

__________________________________________________________________________Priyanka Dey – Deep-dimpled girl, a day dreamer, silent-talker and a story-teller; you’d love the swirl and swing of her words as they tangle with human feelings. Writing comes really easily to her as she’d always have something to say or to express. Don’t believe me, I suggest you should meet her in ‘Neverland’ !