A moth To a flame Is much …

A moth To a flame Is much …

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Micro Poetry #15

Two halves

Don’t always make a whole

They could still be

Missing a soul.

Hooked

Under the covers

Snuggling with a book

Was one of my guilty pleasures

In a quaint little nook

What’s yours?

Don’t worry

I’ll preserve all your treasures

Fleeting Hurts

Quote me

To cover up

Some more of your lies

It’s alright

I’ll heal

As time flies

I’ll miss you

Once more

Before my love dies

Baatein Mulakaatein

Humne to bas ek baat kahi thi

Aur aap bewajah hi rooth gaye

Humne toh bas ek mulakaat maangi thi

Aur aap khaa-ma-khaa hi chale gaye

Dance with the Devil?

Have you ever tango-ed

With a one-legged, pink flamingo?

Did you once Cha-Cha-Cha

With a turban clad Maharaja?

Did you dream of a waltz?

With one of the old Russian Tzars?

How about dreamy quadrilles

With a demure queen whose hair curled like tendrils?

And salsa, samba, rumba, zumba

Over beer, vodka, tequila and sangria

Have you ever mixed

A drink and a dance?

and swept royalty off its very feet?

No?

Oh, no!

But I have

and more

For I have words

and a pen

and a spare notebook

but most of all

I have thoughts

and a mind

Prone to flights of fancy

Cheesecake

I have a story to tell today

A story of love

between a colour

and a texture

Together

They stole a million hearts

Their union causing

Many an agonised craving

Their fulfilment leading

To lingering sighs of satisfaction.

I have a story to tell today

A story of love

Gooey

Oozing

Lip smacking

Love

I call it

Red velvet

Paranormal Love

In the middle of the night

I lay here

Craving for some silvery moonlight

To illuminate the silhouette of your body

While you’re sleeping oblivious to my worry

Because last night the bed was empty

As you’d left in the evening over a fight

And yet

Something had held my hand really tight

As I lay here in the middle of the night

Can you love the version of me?

Can you love the version of me

I don’t, I don’t let anybody else see?

Can you look beyond what’s visible

To appreciate what’s consequential?

Can you let go of your senses

And see the world as I do, free of all pretences?

Can you love the version of me

With which even I don’t very much agree

Can you accept

To be forever at odds

Knowing full well

That sparring has its own rewards

Can you love the version of me

That’s like a shy child hiding behind a tree

Can you draw me out and break the ice

So that I don’t unduly pout but play nice

Can you love the version of me

That didn’t get the memo to be

A little less of what I think

Instead of every bit of what I feel

Can you love the version of me

That truer than truth and set me free?

Can you love the version of me

I don’t, I don’t let anybody else see?

Spectrum

Some days I remember you not at all

And some days it feels like you were never gone

I oscillate, like a pendulum

Between this or that

Wondering which one

Would make my heart a little lighter

In that given moment

I use my weighing scales

To balance out

The weight of my tears

Happy, joyful ones

Against desolate, heart-wrenching cries

They say it’s your loss

That I deserve(d) better

Yet, I feel quite at a loss

Since you’d set my heart aflutter

I sometimes ramble

And at times, I rhyme

But not matter which end of the spectrum

You choose to see

You’ll find that somehow

I’d be forever thine.