Jashn-e-bahara

poetry, my beloved here, i seek shelter to you, again ive been long gone and lost and have seen places and things i cannot get my head around and moments and people that break my heart to millions and  and ive seen too much in too little  and dear poetry i just want to...rest i want to lay down still for a moment and breathe and just exist in the confines of my room and see its walls caving in on me as my eyes get blurry and everything gets a little hard to comprehend so so i just, close them and breathe and you would just exist in my mess together with me poetry, wont you?

watering the plants, soaking up the childlike morning sun. You've woken up, I hear the shuffling of sleepy feet from our room. An infantile excitement brims in me, just like the first time. I turn around swiftly, and you're now standing in the hallway, half-sleepy, half-awake. You smile. I run into your arms. You're still warm from the sheets. I giggle. You hug me tighter, love seeps into me. You look absolutely gorgeous this morning. Let me love you till my heart says enough.I love you. I love you. I love you.

dancing, scrunching my gown in my hands, I am jumping and you're holding your belly, laughing. I stomp over to you, my brown curls bouncing aggressively on my shoulders, and pull you into a kiss. Intense. I feel the corners of your lips twist into a smile. I pull away, to look at your magnificence, your brown eyes sparkling with a childlike joy. I grin, and drag you to dance with me. You step on my emerald green gown, twice, I almost trip. I laugh. I love you. I am so crazily yours. I put your hand on my waist, and look at you. Something intimate passes between us, something unsaid and unheard of. I hold your face, your cheeks pink like sweet cherry. I kiss you again. There's never not enough of you in me.

They talked of love, like menace, like destruction. They talked of love as an element to be scared of, of something that would hurt you. Yet, when you first loved me, I could've sworn upon my life I felt like breathing in sunlight, my insides being lit up in the soft warmth of the mighty sun. Mighty indeed, your love looked treacherous from a distance, untill in close proximity that it sheathed me in an embrace of protection. Only those who had been lucky enough to experience it, know the true virtue behind your actions. The intimacy of being held safe, in the arms of destruction itself, your love like talking in the whispers of sun, reciting poems I memorised the verses of. Your love, the safety of fate itself.

happy valentines! <3