I saw her There at the doorstep Waiting Dark kohled eyes, Draped in nine yards Tugging loosely around her That vermillion adorning her face Those curls fighting to get loose … Continue reading Waiting
Loving him, I loved myself.
Loved life. I’m not afraid anymore.
He is a blanket of warmth and safety when winds are howling and wrecking havoc at my doors.
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.
And, the story would be – there was one, a walking disaster, ruins of love, poignant tale of passion spent, and she had him, an equally matched ferocity of chaos that whirls in her whole being. Together, they became an all consuming desire- annihilating one another in the smouldering fire of love.
My heart wanders on nameless streets knocking at nameless doors for no reasons at all…
May be, somewhere a door will open and let me in. Would there be a place where my heart will feel like home once again…
For once, I wish to close my eyes and relax.
Put my mind to rest.
Those nameless desires.