See darling, you're already being guided by a wonderful woman, a woman who's loved by a lot, liked by a few. Well, if you see it my way, she's trying her best. She's trying to protect us, and I know that how much she tries to keep negative thoughts at bay but the thought that someone, someday might point out at any of us with the intention of harming us scares her, this is what scares her the most.
On days she might sit next to you and you may find her caressing your head, or she's waving her fingers thought your hair. That's how she loves. And the very next moment you'll find her scolding you for unfolded sheets or unpolished shoes lying in one corner with socks falling out; unwashed. That's how she cares.
Although it might sound something like, 'ekdum se waqt badal gaya, jazbaat badal gaye', but; this is how parents love. Mummy kehti hai na?? "Jis din baap banega, us din samjh aaegi, accha??"
And there are a few things I want you to remember, the list is quite long, but I want you to know, we love you.
I couldn't understand how people would set love as a religion of letting go— an open door to every possible farewell,
it's as if its very meaning turns into a pool of metaphors and a spoonful of uncertainties;
but when my heart finally healed itself I began wishing that your nose is above something warm like that hot cup of chocolate on a cold saturday evening; and somehow I discovered the absolute form of love is not walking by your side, but being elsewhere wishing that you're at your happiest place.
Poetry is a statement—a protest. A therapy for palms who refuse to become fists. A lullaby to calm the restless—the hearts whose beats race out of rhythm. An ability to make love out of forsaken grenades;
I cannot return the heartaches but I can let you know that it hurts.
When you asked me ' if you get a chance , what you will be tatooed.? ' I told 'Dandelions.' and you made fun of me saying like 'it's a common and cheap flower that we can see on grassyland.' But everytime I see dandelions , I wished to be with you because dandelions are made of wishes , dreams and hopes. When the other exquisite flowers are just expensive , dandelions are wild and impilicit hopes. Next time when you see a dandelion I hope you'd wish to see me by blowing out that white pappus , hoping the white cottage wings would carry your wish to me.
We sit across the tables once more just like the four times before. Our conversations had gotten better but sadly, my jokes hadn’t. You still laughed at them though probably to not make me feel bad. You looked gorgeous yet again. I had started to wonder if you could even look bad at all. I mean, the way that one strand fell on your face and the way you’d tuck it behind your ear had my heart since you did it for the first time. - Though this was our fourth date we hadn’t kissed yet. My friends were adamant that you were there just for the food but I knew you felt something just the way I did. Four dates are nothing On a larger scheme of things. But you know, the closure I wanted The warmth of your body hugging mine. The way your lips looked when you’d tuck them in for a minute and then look into my eyes. I was worried if I had done something to shoo your feelings away. Because as the dates were going forward I wanted my lips on yours but only when you wanted them too. - As we got done with our dinner we stepped out of the restaurant. It was cold outside so trying to be a gentleman, I offered my jacket. You obliged and then held my hand. Sending a spark up my spine. “Walk me home?”, you whispered, as you leaned towards my arm trying to share the warmth of your body and your heart. And I just smiled. At that moment, all I wanted was to kiss your forehead and just tell you how much these four dates had meant to me. I mean, we were not from the same league. Anyone could see that you were way too perfect for someone like me. But I stopped, not wanting to invade your personal space. We walked all the way, flirting a bit in the middle. And then your home came around and I knew that was it. Another slightly perfect ending to a night With a perfect girl. And so, I said my goodbyes and turned around I heard you whisper my name, and you leaned up, for our lips to meet. I hugged your waist, while your arms were my shoulders. And when the kiss finally broke, all I could do was smile. It finally happened. - But that wasn’t it. “It’s so cold outside, You can come inside for a coffee, you know”, You said, blushing, shyly. And as I entered your house, I could smell the fragrance of you there. That house felt home to me because you were there, with me. We both couldn’t stop blushing, to the point where even my beard couldn’t save me. You made sure I was comfortable, only to show up with two cups of coffee that neither of us drank. You were on my lap as I got all the warmth I needed. “Come with me”, you said, as you held my hand. I followed you in the bedroom where we kissed again. - But after some time, something happened. As we were kissing, my hand went to your top. You stopped me and said, “I can’t do this”. I stopped there itself, but I needed to ask, “Why?”. “My body will shoo you away”, you said, to which I kissed your forehead, and then your lips, “I don’t think it can”. You reluctantly took off your top, to reveal a beauty mark on your navel, which I kissed. “I told you, you’re perfect”, hearing which you blushed, and my heart warmed. And before we knew it, I was only wearing you and you were only wearing me. - Suddenly, you were under me, and you pushed me down. I went down, kissing your breasts, navel and then your wet vaginal lips. I heard you giving out a little moan, and to add that, I let out a slight cold breath, and you called out my name this time. I just looked at you, smirking, and you let out a big laugh. Probably the time I first knew that you were the one for me. - After pleasing you for some time, we finally made love. Your body giving me the only warmth I needed, and your moans becoming a song to my ears. Your lips becoming the only thing I wanted to taste and your waist the only thing I wanted to hold for the rest of my life. It’s weird how not a lot of people talk about the laughs one share during the lovely time with the person, our heart wants more of every time. Not a lot of people talk about how a shy girl like you becomes a dominatrix in bed, showing me a side of yours that made you even more perfect. Beyond the limits, possible. But a lot of people do talk about that one laugh, that one smile, that one kiss, that one sex, that one moment, that makes us fall in love. - I guess, I just got that.
PS, I’m sorry. I really don’t know how to do this.