His tongue travelled to the nape of my neck, his breath, heavy on my skin. That moment i forgot how to breathe, not making any peace with my longings.

My skin awakened by his wild touch as he explored every inch of my unclad body. I bit my lips as my senses gave in. My nails digg deeper into his bare back, leaving marks in all the places long craved.
He smirked and lewdness lingered in his eyes, committing the sweetest of sins. The purest of love, the drakest of nights.
I watched him drink me. Taking his own sweet time. Burning my soul in all shades of love, he went on and on. Deeper. Slower. Longer. 
He looked up straight into my eyes, ”  you are my nastiest dream come true” and lost in the brown of his, i said, “i’m always starving for you. “



Until what point is it okay to say that i miss him? Two months? Six months? A year? 

Well, it’s been two. And i still couldn’t figure out a way to miss him any lesser.

Days have blended into weeks and week into months and i kept watching his life in photographs, all his beautifully captured moments give me a sense of senerity that he is happy and somehow that’s enough for me to get going for days.

How long has it been since i last saw him? When was it? Last november,  i suppose? when he passed by my place for no reason i could think of. Our eyes met while he was passing by me in a slow senere motion. And in that one moment, i think i saw a hint of smile on his face, and for that one moment, i forgot it all, all the blaming and cursing and the hating. For just that one moment took me back to our old days when he’d get my heart race in the olympics. And i was surprised at him, still being able to make me weak in the knees. That was how i felt, like old times. I knew what i felt but i didn’t know how i should have felt and for no reason i could recollect, i looked away and let him pass. Him and the moment.

Yes, it does feel good to talk to guys and enjoy all the attention that they give but no, they’re together not enough to fill his void.

I haven’t seen him in a while. And in all these years,  i haven’t gone so long without seeing him or talking to him. And as the days between us keep widening, i’m scared that i might never get to see him again.

August 1, 2016 23:29 sat

A half knitted dream.

Picture credits : Pinterest 

The shifting play of light and shadow, driving past the deserted streets. The downpour of heavy rain, igniting the fervent flow of undoused flame. 

She stole a glance of him and met his sweet chocolate gaze, a smile touched the corners of his mouth, bringing back a fimiliar fire in her heart, telling her dreams had begun again. 

His eyes fixed on the road ahead, their minds on the “remember when” s, unvoiced feelings filling the heat of the chilly night, warmth of their skin brushing past by. 

Darker stories followed the lighter tales, making her feel at home in the middle of nowhere,their entangled fingers filled her with what she craved since forever and a day. 

Oh how those shattered pieces that she lay bare infront of him, cut her when the night had ended and with that, the half knitted dream. And oh how deftly she hid the agony of leaving it all behind, swirling her skirt around and disappearing into the absoluteness. 

To the ones it doesn’t happen for. 

Not meant to be

Picture : Pinterest

I put my hand on the couch between us, waiting for you to sluggishly brush your hand against mine, for me to turn beetroot by the intentions of your lazy contagious smile. I look over to you, too engrossed in the story on screen than in our own colorless ballad, that I could feel you slipping away form our delightful ditty and that I have ceased to be your only felicity. 

And it was a sore awakening that our hearts no longer skip beats together and that time has had its way even in our ‘come what may’. 

People give up when the lullaby ends. And so many unfulfilled dreams frizzle out. When the sparks die out, stories break off, feelings ebb away and the memories made often remain off the beaten path. And its tragic how so many ‘happily ever after’s come down to this.