The Snuggle

At 3:30 pm, the bell rang and I jumped up thinking, he is home early. He is home early because I told him I was unwell again. He really cares.

I flung myself at him. And loved that musky smell that came from him. All I wanted now was to snuggle and go back to sleep.

These nostrils were bothering me, too much blocked like Whitefield road on a Monday. Urgh! Why do I bother now. He is here, and well the snuggle is to be looked forward to.

He did come over to the bed. Gave me his usual dose of kisses. Then said, "the match is at 4:30..."

Oh! Oh! Well. Ok.

Life is not fair always. It's ok. It would be ok.

Name

I wish I could put a name to what I feel.

It is love, but not the one that needs you by flesh.

It is need, but not the one that clings and is chaotic.

It is peace, that feeling you bring to me every time.

It is madness, the twinkle in your eyes, and that smile.

It is friendship, beyond ages, that could describe. 

It is laughter, that surrounds me all the time.

It is warmth, like a blanket that I could shroud myself in.

It is hope, that I could long and look forward to.

I wish I could put a name to what I feel. 

And call you only by that name in the lives to come.

Until the End?

There was never a better time, to walk away from this dirt. 

But I am holding on. 

For what, I wish I knew.

When his madness seems justified, why not mine. 

When his fear is justified, why not mine. 

When his adventures are justified, why defy mine.

When love gets captured in a cage,

Is the urge to flap the wings and crave for freedom justified?

When my freedom has to be curbed, my freedom to live my life,

What should I do other than walk away?

How many more times do I walk away? 

How many times will I return?

My patience is running out,

So is my love, my beloved,

For you, I have given up,

A life that I dreamt to have,

My freedom, and soon, I would,

Give up my breath and life too!