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An honour to be your wife..

Not every morning is beautiful to everyone, Not every sunrise brings peace and hope, not every window is meant to open and not every woman is meant to be a Queen. Veiling my tippet, I rush into the kitchen to prepare your breakfast. I bring you a cup of coffee and gently place a kiss on your head. As usual evrydays's story, you sass and pick a fight to brawl. Sometimes you push me away and I flinch in a haste. Reticence has made me quiet. I am entrapped in my own monotony. Some days are not so bad even. You pity me and bring me your favourite ice cream and I gulp it as though it's my favourite. I now know my off limits. My skin is getting pale bit by bit everyday dreadfully. People are making rumors about the whaming sound coming from our home. I reminisce the days, when you used to woo me and when you plead me to visit our favourite Beach. You used to burst into laugh if mistakenly I prounced a word wrong as I am not good in English. We had ample reasons of happiness. I...

When night comes..

Sometimes, in the midst of the nights I often find myself in the labyrinth of thoughts. I feel, sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh reminding those memories of us. Yes us. I call me and you still an "US". sometimes I wonder, how could we be apart? Sleeping with open eyes, I often find myself in a place where, who you are doesn't matter. Then what does matter? What you have achieved in your life? Are you a successful person? Do you get paid a handsome salary? Or you are living a life where you sometimes booze, sometimes share your bed or sometimes you offend your close ones.. I try to sleep every night but those thoughts keep me awake all the time. When you run your fingers on my body slowly so that each of your fingers find their favourite destinations. The softness and smoothness of your lips, that when touched my lips, it burns and shines. I can still hear the whispers of your abnormal heart-beating. And when I sleep, I sleep holding a pillow between my legs ...