They dug her deep

In the dark corner

Of their backyard

Seldom

Rare

Would anyone check on her

Weeks went by

The sun baked the earth

Cracked 

Opened it to receive 

The clouds

That arrived just as the heat had peaked

And then came the drops

One, two, and then just enough

To soak the parched soil

In trickled from the cracks

What would be elixir

To nurture and nourish

Her soul

In time, she felt alive

Her tiny self stretched out

The slumber gone

It was time for her to sprint

And see the sun

And the beautiful, bright world

Few weeks down

She reached for the sky

Holding on to a mighty banyan

She blossomed

The blooms covered her in no time

Peaking from behind the high walls

Of the same backyard,

The climber now delights all

Her flowers radiating in the fresh breeze

Nourishing the tiny bees

That would send her message to

Yet another climber

In a different backyard.

 If words are my messanger

His is his art

Making love to the paper

His pen caresses its soul

As if his fingers moving through me

And he creates yet another 

Testimonial to his love

❤️💋

Crossed the spot 

Where i had sneaked out

With him 

On one early morning

When there was chill in the air

Crisp breeze ran through our faces

As he drove me through 

Those lanes lit by soft sunlight

Of the dawn hitting the ground

We had sipped some hot tea

To warm up our souls

Before i had tucked my cold hands

Back into his pockets 

With his hand over mine

Basking in the sun that was up by then

He drove me back to our abode

To keep us warm and safe

And tucking us back to comfort

I cant write the way you do

Your words are heavy 

He said even as I coaxed him to pen down a few

And then came what i never dreamt of

The most precious letter of all

It was a message 

That he had thoughtfully crafted

He said he struggled with words

But no, he didnt!

The narrative was just beyond heartfelt

It was a note to me

Mustering all his vocabulary,

He picked wisely

Those pearls that would  go to make the rarest necklace

After much cajoling he did

But what he did

Was a masterpiece to me

Penned by the likes of a poet

With deep invoked thoughts

What brilliance he held in his mind

And what power his words had

Who said love needs a language!

It dsnt

Only a trickle is enough for the stream

To turn into a gushing waterfall

I said to myself

As tears rolled down my eyes

Full of his love

Thank you

I said

And he still wondered why!

AND THIS IS WHAT HE PENNED DOWN...

 LOVE ❤️ 

I dont even know where to begin, because every time I think of you my heart feels too full for words.

You are the calm in my chaos, the smile in my ordinary days, and the warmth I never knew I was missing... Loving you doesn’t feel complicated... it feels natural, like breathing. The way you laugh, the way you care, the way you simply exist... it all makes my world brighter lasan.

With you even silence feels beautiful. I dont need grand moments or perfect days. Just knowing you are mine and I am yours is more than enough. you have shown me a kind of love that feels safe, deep and real...

I promise to stand by you to support you in your dreams to hold you close when the world feels heavy and to remind you every single day how incredibly special you are...

Shumi, you are my favorite thought, my sweetest feeling and my forever choice.

Always yours

B 😘

 

The bird

The sky

The hands

The eyes

The room

The garden

The shadow

The light

The vibrance of colours

The depth of the black

The embrace

The lust

The tease

The anchor

The release

With what ease

He guided

And I followed

Effortlessly in the maze

I walked 

He led my soul

Into the depths

Said

Fear not as you jump

In the deepest waters 

Just in the middle

Of the chaos

And yet in peace

Was the home

Serene

Happy

Green grass

Blue sky

Yellow flowers

All lighting up

The rooms

Flushed with the sunrays

Besides the tree

You will still find me

With a pencil and paper

Sketching

The birds and the sky

That you once taught