Winter Monsoon

(image collected from internet)

The winter of my poetry

Resided in magic pills

Or just in the lines of my scribbles.

I often dreamt myself on a snowflake,

Floating;

Motionless in Motion

Like my mind growing legs

and legs metamorphosed into an Ocean.

The Universe painted a glittery sky,

Taking away all my Darkness

And your Stars.

I smudged in you.

I desired to be the last sip of your whiskey,

A slippery entrance

And staying back long till you sleep it off.

I desired to be the cigarettes

You did not smoke.

Again. Every day. Till you did.

On a summery monsoon night

I held back my silences and tears,

wanting to Not fall in Love.

But, kept blankets and woolens 

Wanting to fall in Love.

At every dawn

When the water dripping inside the cooler makes a noise,

I build my home on the beach

Knowing the waves would wash it away.

In Building

Re-building

And in between

I fall in love with you every day.