Done and Dusted.

And at times, I miss you.

I miss how we stumble out of clubs,

Young, intoxicated, and didn’t give a fuck.

I miss the way you say goodbye.

I saw from your eyes,

I know sometimes you lie.

You’ve always fancied me,

You’ve always thought about kissing me.

I feigned ignorance,

I wanted to see your persistence.

You said to me you’re always honest,

But no —

Just this one,

You never would want bluntness.

Sometimes you held my hand,

And I know you wanted to hug.

I could hear you resisting your heart,

I wished you went with your gut.

There were many things strangely accurate.

You were right about me,

But never believed in us.

The number of times —

I bit my lips wishing

Instead it was yours.

The number of times —

You held me up,

Instead of holding me close.

Each time we denied our hearts

From every chance of never being apart.

And at times, I miss you.

Coffee and Bread.

Silently side by side,

We laid.

It was unspoken chemistry

In bed.

I wanted hugs,

You stayed.

Just long enough to get to

My head.

You drove to get us coffee

And bread.

It was me

You played.

You have nothing,

You said.

All that I wanted was you

Instead.

Your smile and kisses on my

Forehead.

You left then — your eyes

Were dead.

Each night I prayed, I plead and

I wept.

I wished we had been normal and went on

A date.

You never came back and I call that

Heart break.

Now all I remember is your charm that

I hate.

Chance.

A hidden love;

A silent word.

Emotional glances;

Swift advances.

You ignited this fervour,

Now I’d take all the chances.

Simple.

Love is,

Being with a simple person

With an extraordinary soul,

Who makes simple things

Feel like extraordinary experiences.

Primary.

Color me yellow,

If you see the bellows turn mellow.

Color me red,

If you see anger and is not afraid.

Color me blue,

If you see a solemn soul that is true.

Color me beautiful,

If you can take all yellow, red and blue.

Disarray.

A spell you threw my way,

Oh, I remembered that day.

Triggered my mental disarray,

Oh, now you gotta pay.

It was the first week of May,

Back when I was still gay.

It was crazy in a way,

That was before you got away.

Achilles.

How are you?

Like a fish without water in its gills.

I miss you.

You’re my heart’s Achilles heel.

Cheap Thrill.

Nervous and sensitive, 

You were short-fused.

Naive and innocent,

I was easily amused.

Me and you,

We had overnight deals.

Deliberately obtuse,

That I felt for you.

The layers you peeled,

They’ve yet to fully heal.

You were my muse,

But I was a mere cheap thrill.

Idyllic.

In the face of turbulence,
Went forth anyway.

With that smile of yours,
Took my breath away.

Can’t be torn apart,
Every night and day.

We should be in love,
Every right and way.

We ain’t gonna be nothin’,
Even if we tried to stay.

For 3 years you had a lover,
Kept each other at bay.

I see you back,
Now what do you say?

We could grab dinner,
And you might offer to pay.

Just like old times,
I’ll clear the trays.

Let’s head to the beach,
It’s a clear Sunday.

Have a picnic,
We both enjoy sun rays.

Won’t be torn apart,
Every night and day.

We should be in love,
Every right and way.

Now that you’re here,
Would you choose to stay?

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