The sky was dark
and the air charged
with the electric between us.
He leaned in until
his face touched mine.
I closed my eyes waiting.
His open lips shattered
my tough facade,
reaching my molten heart.
The universe witnessed
our union as
the Sky and Earth combined
under the blessed showers.
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That day, when I sat next to you, you fidgeted in your seat, ashamed to share your space with a girl like me. You didn’t think I noticed when you rolled your eyes, looking exasperate, at the leggy birdbrain across the class.
One look at my braces and glasses, and you trashed me…like your pencil shavings.
You had walked in the room
for the first time
after we married
for love–
one that I had fought for
against my world.
I was shivering with anticipation
as you kissed my cheek,
and then,
without a preface,
you asked me
(on the day you wed me for ‘love’)
when my father would send the money.
When I answered,
I saw your face fall.
you hadn’t married me
for love, after all.
That day my world tumbled
Until nothing made sense anymore.
You had walked in the room
For the first time
After we married
For love–
One that I had fought for
Against my world.
I was shivering with anticipation
As you kissed my cheek,
And then,
Without a preface,
You asked me
(On the day you wed me for ‘love’)
When my father would send the money.
When I answered,
I saw your face fall.
You hadn’t married me
For love, after all.
That day my world tumbled
Until nothing made sense anymore.
I had always been like that–
Building shrines
For dead butterflies,
And visiting
With the freshest flowers.
You had been like that too,
Loving me for little things,
Until you grew up
And I didn’t.
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Along the highway,
the sprawling forest
clings to the shoulder
of the steep hill.
The tall Cedar
growing on the sides
bend all the way upwards
to hug and please,
hoping the hill wouldn’t
shrug them off
into the abyss…
so much like I do
everyday
for you.
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She leaned in for a kiss—
my angel,
a flower petal herself.
My closed eyes
ticklish
with her breath.
With abated breath,
I waited,
as I felt her tender fingers,
touch my rouge hair,
wind around
my neck and heart.
Then, she snapped it.
Well! At least,
I never felt the pain.
Before I met you,
I always wondered
If you had meant
More than your words.
When you took my name
On the call,
I dreamt of the sparks
You’ll send with your first touch.
I longed to meet you
So that
You’d look at me
With eyes full of love.
I trusted when
You found me alone
That you would care
If I get hurt.
But now that I’m hurt,
I know
It was all in my head.
It was all in my head.
We call him
Over and over again,
Sitting next to the phone,
Waiting
And praying,
And crying,
And praying again;
That he had reached home safe
And fallen deep asleep;
Or switched off his phone
After our fight last night;
Or run away
With the guy
His father is so against.
Anything’s better than
What the Police states…
They’ve found a body
In the bottom of the lake.
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 