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.

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! 

Strangers on a Bed

We sleep like strangers.

Our backs facing each other.

Never searching for a warm spot.

As night spreads out in darkness, 

I hug your back tight...

Counting your heartbeats, 

and the snores that escape...

My nightmares return, 

And demons make love, 

And I hug them too...