The Spoilt Brat!

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Love

Get drunk on words,
Drown in eyes.
Cafuné.

Talk silently.
Read her lips.

Trace the back of her palm with your fingers.
Kiss her chin.

Talk to her after she sleeps.
That’s what love is after all.

I Sleep With My Eyes Open

I sleep with my eyes open.

But I don’t live with my eyes closed.

My dream stays awake with me.

Active inside me every second.

Passive lays the need to sleep,

Passive lays my fatigue.

I sleep with my eyes open.

To Dream unrealistically,

But stay in my senses to fulfil them.

I sleep with my eyes open.

And Dream.

Unbeknownst

Unbeknownst to me,

She was the tale I carried between my heart

Trapped between my lips

And at the tip of my tongue.

Unbeknownst to her,

I was the eccentric silent speaker

Who spoke with his mouth shut

And read the words unsaid.

Vibrant Love In Black and White

Our vibrant love is in black and white.

I write you letters in times of email.

I play you guitar in times of iPod.

I read you books in times of audiobooks.

I make us waltz in times of hip hop.

I play you piano in times of dubstep.

Sometimes, I wonder if you’d like to be in Eastman Colour.

But then you’d blush after my teasing,

flush red when I touch your cheeks.

Hold my hand while walking

and smile and dance with me in the rain falling.

Count the birds in the sunset

and find shapes in the clouds.

Yes I am sure.

Our spectacular love is black and white.

Steps On A Ladder

When I was five,

I felt I will be robbed off my life

If I stood at the roots of a gigantic structure.

Be it a tree or architecture.

Now I am older.

Climbing the rungs of a ladder.

Hoping that one day it will be a staircase grand.

I have a secret knowledge in my hand.

The child me wasn’t afraid of being at the top

but of beginning the journey with the approving nod.

Now that I am higher in the air

my fear has seemed to disappear.

Abstract Sunset

Silence.
Yellow.
Transcendence.
Orange.
Cafuné.
Hand in hand.
Eye in eye.
Conversion.
Purple.
Height.
The ledge.
Sitting together.
Silent conversation.
Wordless communication.

Your smile.
Your eyes.

You.

Prettier than the sunset.

I Broke Her Heart

She is naive,
Innocent and sweet
And in defiance I broke her heart.

She’s so lively,
Ever smiling.
And arrogantly I let her down.

Her smile,
Like a blazing fire visible miles.
And surprisingly, I broke her heart.

Now she’s crying.
She in herself drowning.
All because I broke her heart.

She’s quiet.
She caged inside her the riot.
I didn’t intend to break her heart.

She’s fine.
She says but I know she is lying.
It was I who broke het heart.

I can’t see her dying.
She’s caught in the wolves bane flying.
During which I broke her heart.

I’m leaving.
I can’t see you tormenting.
I said even though I broke her heart.

I’m sorry.
She said please don’t leave me.
And it was I who broke her heart.

Feminine.
She is a woman.
Apologizing though, I broke her heart.

Secrets

She was a book.

Layered herself like one.

Pages within, encrypted with undecipherable script.

Some pages torn. Some chapters lost.

Secrets embedded within.

Messages out of view/Meanings within the lines.

She was exactly like a book.

Waiting to be read.

Waiting to be understood.

Waiting with her secrets.

Waiting for a confidant.