her pout

her pout is her hug
and her lips draw blood
stilled in rapture
i laugh out at my dazed-ness
and give up the moment
i had yearned for
all this while...

ego

every day, an hour before sleep is due
ego deserts me. and i am left lying on the bed
curled up
with unsure thumbs and fingers
twiddling with the cellphone.

the day after,
ego wakes up
with cocky erasure
of memory of ever having felt needy.

ego! you beast!
you deserter!
stay true or let alone.
what good is an undulating pride.
what good is an undulating faith.

breathe

i am the little air particles
jostling, fighting to be breathed in
by you.

breathe in,

silence
every cell of my body
taught with anticipation.
darkness and questions
groping for the past to bludgeon open the future.

breathe out,

sight of your smile
bellows me upwards in bliss.
i dance and i sing
and i land gently on your skin.
caressed
flooded with love
we are blind to time
finding eternity of bliss in a moment.

for a moment to dissolve into another
for the life on a roll forever
i am the little air particles.

scream and shout

i want to scream your name out
loud
loud as i can be
to feel it rolling out of my tounge
to feel it leaving my throat dry
my face twitching with anticipation
that my shout may be heard by you
that with every subsequent shout you come closer
until i need to shout no more
whisper no more
until the breaths intertwine and its noise is all we can hear