Category: Poetry

Know me, yet?

I don’t like to be figured out. What’s the point then. I’ll be like any other woman walking down the street.

I’m not mundane. I’m not what you will ever be able to define.

And, I’m definitely not you will be able to hold.

I’m a torrent of wave that would sweep you off the shore and reshape your world.

Nightcap

The idea was to have a nightcap

But, the night has its own mind

No lullaby, it sang

Heart bared itself, drenched my soul into the downpour of the emotions

Locked, deep inside

Scared me.

Left me witless.

Yes.

But, I had the most beautiful night

That night.

When his words resonated and set fire to my soul

The night was beautiful, so is the love.