The Leftover Love

What is it about this leftover love that never seems to be done? 

The Sun succumbs to the darkness each evening but this leftover love for you refuses to? 

Why do I have a part of you in me? 

And, why do I feel you have a piece of my heart with you? 

Why do all the lines of my poetry lead back to you? 

Why, when I cry a river, it flows towards you ? 

Can you tell me when will the leftover love for you be done? 

Because, this hurts like hell knowing I cannot have you. 

Can you please take all these leftovers with you while you go? 

Can I have a piece of me back from you? 

How do you manage to tame my fire and yet ignite it as the same time? 

You asked me: Why I don’t get goosebumps? How do I tell you that I am dripping wet thinking about you and goosebumps are too minimalist for me?

When do I get answers to everything I ask for and un-ask for ? 

Do you know that somedays I don’t know if I wait for you or try to forget you, making me stuck at both things, at the same time? 

Did you know that I have entangled myself in the spiral of addiction for you? 

Will you detangle me ever? 

I wonder, if you will ever know all that I have for you? 

I wonder, Will I ever know if you have any leftover love for me, just the way I have for you? 

Do you know I have been falling for you again not knowing where I would land? 

The Blur

I tried to capture the fog through the lens of my phone, but all I could see was the Blur. 

Why not me?

You ask me why do I stare at you? 

I do, I feel I just want to keep staring at you, like someone would stare at the orange moon on a full-moon night. 

I try to find a little bit of love for me in you, like someone trying to find constellations in the sky. 

I try to find some answers that have no questions with it. 

I keep looking at you so that I can dream all about you later. 

I look at you and wish I could shower you with all the love in me that I ever had for you. 

I look at you and wait for you to shower all the love you had for me, but, wait, did you ever have any for me ?

I keep looking at you, because I wonder, if I ever will be able to look at you like that again? 

I look at you and still wonder, what would have life been with you? 

You don’t speak much, so I try to read your eyes. I try to follow your breath to see if it has my name on it? 

You ask me why do I stare at you? 

I ask, why not you ? 

I still ask, why was it not me? 

One Sunday..

I am in the grocery aisle..I wish you were on the shelf, so I could pick you up and check you out and take you home with me.

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You said you make great eggs. You don’t know how crazy I am for all the egg recipes, infact eggs are my weakness. I had to make an omlette today, allthough it wasn’t on the menu. My heart said so, How does omlette and Aloo paratha sound to you? 

Who said you can only make things that are supposed to be on the menu? 

Who said I should follow the rules? 

Who said you should not break any? 

Can you break a rule for me ever? Because, I can, a million times to be with you. 

And, one day you could make a sunny side-up in the shape of a heart for me, please? 

And, I could devour you with them in my lazy girl pajamas on a lazy sunday morning? 

Ah, the could’s and the should have been’s. 

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You posted a pic and that is not mine. It looked as though I had seen a STOP sign when I was on 100 in the 65 zone. 

I put the brakes and jolted from the inside. 

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Lazy sunday afternoons, a little rain in the forecast, Fall coming soon, chai with extra adrak in the making. I hear you calling my name. 

Do you think I will cocoon myself in the yellow comforter watching the rain from my bed or will I get drenched in the rain? 

Rain and you go back years ago. But, it feels just like yesterday. 

Have you ever felt the rain in early Fall?

Have you ever felt the way I feel for you? 

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Clips of the day

 When you aren’t around but you still are around. 

I have been washing away every possible thing in the laundry room today, thinking I can wash away your thoughts. 

I could not. What a thunderous shitshow. I walk, I stop. I close my eyes and see you. I open my eyes and still see you. 

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The bedsheets are crumbled under your thoughts. The bed remains unmade. Will this straighten out ever?

Can I strip the bed out to see if I can strip off the feelings for you from me? 

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On an another note, Can I have some bubbly champagne today to celebrate my lonely satin sheets?

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I might have written about gravity before but here It is again, because I feel that gravitational force one more time. Or, it never left. 

Can we slow-dance together and slowly lip-lock and never leave each other ? 

Why do I feel so alive when I write about you? 

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You, sundowner. I saw the bottle said 5.5% and you asked, how am I drunk already? Little did you realise, its not the bottle, its you. 

Someday I will look at you without guilt, because you will be mine. 

Mine, forever and may be, I will not have to stay miles away from you or from your touch. 

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Date night

Did I tell you I can write about the three letter word that everyone wants but no one wants to talk about out loud?

Your eyes might lit up or you might be in awe or in utter shock or dissappointed. 

Do you always think what will the world say? Or for even once do what you really wanted to do? 

I couldn’t figure out, just like the countless other things about you, but did you for a moment think why I should not write about it?

On the airport last weekend, I saw a sign called Rebels make it happen. I wish you were the Rebel in my life.

 

A full moon night, with a burning cigarette in hand, three drinks down and high, Can I Stand in your balcony looking over the city lights, with my hot pink satin robe on, my hair down, kiss-ready red lips and my eyes wet, to drown you down a little? 

As I see the cig burn, I feel a little fire in me, thinking about you. 

And, may be you will call my name from behind, to ask if I needed some wine with it. Hmmm..my name on your lips..creates a “zafraan” in me.. 

I gestured with my kohl eyes - “I want you” 

You flashed your dimples but did not come anywhere near me. 

You have this little arrogance in you, everytime I see you. 

I took the last puff in, blew it out in the city’s smoke. It blended in, just the way I was about to blend into you. You knew I would come to you. No matter what. I always did. I was dying to come to you. 

I stubbed out the cig. Walked towards you. 

You in your black tshirt and boxers lying on the couch, pretending I did not exist. 

I saw your whiskey, I saw you. 

I could not resist both of you. I gulped it down and slumped to the ground, near your feet. 

You were looking at your phone because you knew I would come. I always did. 

I was a little offended with the piece of ignorance that was served to me, so I pulled the strings of my robe. 

You tried to take a peek and our eyes met. 

Did I start a little fire in you? Or not yet? 

You bent down to gulp the last whiskey drop from the lip-stained glass and carried me over your shoulders. 

    

     Did my robe fall yet? 

     Why do you think I will remember?

Because, you put me in a trance with you. 

Did you throw me on the bed? Did you ignore the imperfections of my body yet? 

The soft moon light coming from the balcony, straight on the bed turned us into love seeking animals quickly. Did I say Love or Lust? I don’t care, as long as you are involved. 

Oh! How much I missed you touching me so deep! Your lips on mine, our tongues clashing into each other like the waves of the sea. 

Did I feel my heart beating? I wanted you! All over me. Over and Over again. 

You sensed that and made me beg a little for you. 

You moved away, I pulled you closer. 

You licked me on my neck and I could feel a little thunder in my body. 

I din’t know if you were mine or not but my body din’t care in the moment.

Did I lit a fire in you or not yet? 

To be continued..