Conflict, your love for me.
Your love, my conflict with me.
Then, there is you.
I know, what all it means.
I do share your thoughts on all this.
Our world is too a small Darling.
You are the world to me, Darling.
Feel ..this single stanza and phrase, Darling.
To belong is a longing, something that would douse the fire. What is that- The thing called ” the ice on fire..
I am Yours with all my dexterity and my depth. My joys, my confusions, my revisions, my uphills and my downfalls. My pauses and my words, indeed.
I flower with each of your touch, your breath on me. I evolve with your lips touching me and sewing every patch of my soul with your heat and passion.The way, you roll over me,cross your fingers into me , undress me.
Reveals me to you and I still long for that penetration, I have no name ever for what.It is as if you take away peels and peels from my being and still I crave for something of you that you choose not to share.
Yes,you can trace my contours and only you can do it because with you, I want speak my heart out, hand you over my burden of being a woman.And be reborn.
I love my solitude too.
When I am alone in my own company and have things to do of my own.
But still,when I feel you own me,
I am alone. In your company,just floored.
I can’t ignore.
Nothing changed. Facts were unchanged. Time kept ticking. Life, the communion of soul and mind kept its promise of ….just moving on.
I kept thinking, and –
Nothing happened over there,still it was all worth it.
Life, Its Presence and Absence alike.
For sure,it is not you.
For sure, it is as well not issues.
I am sure,this is always going to be one thing as such unsure.
As to why most of the times, I am never sure.
There is always a restlessness in me so evident and there for me to deal with.
I am clueless.