As the city simmers down
And the air starts to rest,
The night sky brightens up,
Roaring and pouring – no test.
Staring out the open window,
Only the sounds of the sky and our breaths,
Peace and stillness amidst the thunderstorm,
Chaotic lives amiss.
Through another window of a darkened room,
Staring blankly ahead,
Full of thought, full of sorrow,
Wistfully beautiful in her head.
March 22, 2020
Like a nagging thought
That refuses to rest,
Always on the team for love,
I’m on crossroads with myself.
Long drives with longer chats,
Green teas with minted laughs.
Stolen kisses in the theatre and garage,
You make my knees weak.
That intentional stare,
And that knowing grin,
Constantly on my mind,
I’m on crossroads with myself.
You say you are bound-
Restricted by time,
Laying down all your cards,
Telling me exactly what it’s like.
In my head,
I recite speeches,
Endless monologues,
I’m on crossroads with myself.
I repeat to no end,
Confused in vary words,
Happy, but dumbfounded,
And lost to mindless babbles.
Then on this pen and paper,
With my insistent need to tell,
I jot down all the reasons why –
I’m on crossroads with myself.
A plane of advice,
Of what Tennyson had said-
Better to have loved and lost,
Than never have loved at all.
I’ll lay out all my cards,
And finally say,
everything that’s been said-
I’ve been on crossroads with myself.
Time-bound –
I get it,
Your cards –
I have read.
You charm me when you’re around,
And enchant me when you’re not,
But I want us a name,
And I want to see you around.
I want more of you dancing
To insane peppy tunes,
I want to keep you talking,
And shaking your head like a buffoon.
I cannot be treacherous,
To my hearts beat,
Because I really like you,
It’s more than ‘seeing’ to me.
February 17, 2019
It wasn’t the prettiest night,
A little fog and chill mixed with wind,
A whirlwind-confused situation in her mind.
She stopped her car –
Just in front of her ‘happy place’.
Right in front of Waldorf Astoria,
With a view of the glittering city lights,
And the sound of the crashing waves.
Sat on the little pavement,
Hoping the chaos got some clarity.
Conversation replaying,
This isn’t what I had in mind,
This isn’t something I’m looking for,
I’m not sure what I want.
When his actions spoke otherwise.
Simmering questions,
Questioning feelings,
A tad bit bummed out,
The windy evening,
Parallel her reeling.
There was little to no traffic,
Just taxis leaving,
Tourists arriving.
From where she sat,
She was the longest there.
Shuffling between Swift and Sinatra,
Looking away with no focus,
She made mental notes and speeches,
Things she should have said,
Swooning her thoughts out with the music that played.
The music echoed her feelings,
Call it what you want to,
And I’ve got a crush on you.
Where do they go from this?
What should she do?
March 2, 2019
In a crowded room, chatting away,
Faking smiles, shaking hands,
Your eyes meet mine,
Words needn’t be said.
A secret smile spread,
The one you knew too well,
Making your way slowly,
Every stride, with swell.
Headed to a quieter corner,
With your hand in mine,
Excused from the nonsense conversation,
Giddy with giggling joy.
In the dimly lit balcony,
Overlooking the lush gardens,
With a moment to ourselves,
A deep sigh and a deeper kiss.
February 9, 2019
SWATINESS 