Was that good?

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The used scented candles, told me a tale of lust….
Wine glasses said they were envious for not being human..
Sleep said it wasn’t called for …
Television said it was a remote away….
Messed up linen said it was passion, my own limbs said it was compassion….
Scattered clothes said about the freedom, Shimmering sunlight asked “Was that good”?
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Waking up

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In a dream, it was some nameless day in a numberless year, you were sleeping. Draped in satin sheets, cushioned with pillows, your mobile was cozying to the right side of your pillow. I wake it up by calling, it in turn does the same to you. I am miles away from your pillows… They see my number and shy away…
“Hi” said I.
[A second of silence] “It’s the rain!”
We both listened. Amidst unknown miles across landscapes, of dry sun and dripping rain… waking up was never so good….
[Methinks] Going back to sleep listening to your loved ones too wasn’t less either ……
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Me Too

She said “Me Too….”
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My eyes closed…. I was transformed into a new world…
The clouds were playing… They were sprinkling flowers, on us.
I saw, infinite plush ocean blues, the tides, waving and saying “hi”
I wish the beach was not this long, I wish her arms were longer.
I wish the dream was longer, I wish I had another day.
She said “Maybe I'll hold your hand when we cross the beach today”.
So we better go out. I wish this dream was shorter now.
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Love......

Tell me you love me, I insist….
[methinks] It was supremacy at its haste best.
She overlooks…..

Tell me you love me, I moan……
[methinks] It was a bit more respectable.
She answers.

Tell me you love me, I plead………...
[methinks] It was like don't make me beg you again.
She obliges… says “Me too”…..

{because she wants it to be done with.}

{I believe in it because I want to.}

Wed, May 28

Till I see you grin at the dusk, I am not blissful…
Am not certain, how to go by, today, all by myself….
I know this is just one more day, I pass it vaguely at will….
Because I know you aren’t doing the same, you have much at disposal.
Yet again I recline myself, doing no good…..
You know I'm a connoisseur of pretention……..