They

They who had once known the fragile inner layers of your being...
Walk with hobnail boots on your unprotected open vulnerabilities....

They know the exact place on the skin...
Where daggers would easily slide in and hog the last portions of flesh left...

Broken open

Innocent love 

and just born veins 

of a tender heart...
Wasted away 

on cold empty shores 

and tangled 

in trials and errors...
Lost 

in the quick sands 

on the roads 

to perfection...

Gave away 

parts of me 

to him and him 

and them all one by one...
Now emptied, 

I wait... 

With nothing 

any more to give...
So broken 

that now I'm open... 

Just to receive...

Proximity*

The marvel of a new moment
The luxury of being in your presence, 
Well awaited
Much visualised

The moment when the wheezing traffic seems halted in time and space
The palpable unfolding of your beautiful smile from across the street
The demeanour of a love filled man

The ease of your arms around mine
The deja vu embrace
One that starts to a crescendo
A cold body warmed in an instant
A hug that doesn't want to end

The eyes that speak without abandon and reiterate love
The calmness of my fingers inside your hands
Of tenderness
The closeness of you
Mildly enveloping
Easing me
And filling me up

A proximity

Never to be forsaken again

Afterglow*

The sun
Leaves behind
It's afterglow...
Just so you know...
If one is leaving,
One is coming 
In return...

Build

Life,
Only as beautiful as
Its expression...
Build
From a twig...
The edges
Of a new heart...

Silly me*

How can you enter
Through the door…
When you are already
Home…

Etched deep inside…
The sanctum,
You never left indeed…

Why should I long
To love you with my eyes..
Or my ears…
When I can love you
Through every pore of me…

And reach you…
With that thing inside my chest
Where you reside…