AISHWARYA JAYAL

A divine full moon shines on tonight, Seems closer, fuller, resplendent. It lights up my little terraced room, so bright; Circles of smoke, white against the stark night, Effervesce together, merging into the cool air. This moon reminds me of you, so gorgeous, so stunning, If you stare long enough, it creates a space within you. Visible even through closed eyes, A bright circle at the center of the vision, a light that refuses to die even in the mind. I gaze to my right, my e

And you spun forth, another thread, Another yarn for me to hang by, Love, oh love, Why did you have to lie? Lie should be, you next to me, Without distance, With tenderness, And intertwined embrace. I prayed for us while you preyed on me, A little spider hunting a little honeybee. That flower, so delicate, so beautiful, So sweet in its pheromones. The unsuspecting honeybee rushes in, Bit by bit, everyday. The scent was so alluring, It masked the flecks of grey. Grey should be

Text me in the morning, Call me sometimes, Think of me always, And touch me, every time. You want me near, Even when I'm awake, Be there for me and Pull me back when I sway. And then you say, This is a lukewarm love. We're together the whole day. Together in thoughts, Together at night, together in the word, together when we fight, together since we kissed..oh that fateful night! Is this some lukewarm love? You think of me, Even when you're on your own. You give me gifts of r

You don't know, but to hear you, is nearly impossible. It's as if you were at your home, I was at mine, and you were saying something. Without a phone, Without a Mike, Without a pen and paper. Saying all you needed to say, But you were too far away for me to hear, I tried. I came out of my home. But I could hear: The wind whispering, The cars going by. If I strained my ears hard enough, I heard a familiar hum Through the heavy silence. But it was too far to be comforting, Too

Been a while since I've been around you. And it probably will be more. More. More is what I desire. Desire deeper than water. Not like the waterfall, nor the river, nor the rain; But like somewhere in the middle of an ocean. Serene, dripping in solitude, Surrounded by unknown, Speaking in the language of the earth, Soul monologues. Monologues are all we have now, For now we cannot speak to one another. We speak more with our eyes than our words. Words, are all I have, to take

She looks into his eyes, They are black with fleks of brown, Made visible by the soft touch of the morning sun. They have just made love, He holds her in his arms, Tender, trusting, Loving. And she looks at him with what she hopes is sincere love. She loves this space, Post lovemaking, Post intertwining into one another, Where there's a brief silence. Each thinking their own thoughts, Each being individuals held together as one. Somethings change. Just a light feather on the