You had me tied up in knots
turning over your every word
twisting each smile,
into shapes of affection
ideas of attention
That I threaded into my cells
Now, you’re saying goodbye
but tell me, how will you reclaim
these parts of you
that I have turned into art
by tattooing them into my being
There’s a knot you’ll never unravel.
*Read my other love poems here.
The month of love is almost at end and I’ve managed to not even look at this blog. That characterises how I’ve been. I have been very busy doing things I’m generally known for (writing, performing, organising, scheduling, worrying) and spending nothing at all on things that I am. I never…
I’ve been thinking about dignity. I do, a lot, especially when I feel I’ve not been dignified. I haven’t felt it lately because I haven’t felt in control of anything. But dignity isn’t about control, is it? I realised that most of my emotional decisions were trauma reactions. It wasn’t…
Phone in hand, she dials with her thumb. It is a number that has traveled from a dog-eared phone diary, to an organizer, several internet address books, an online contacts list and a couple of mobile phones. As the number dials, she thinks back to the last time they spoke,…
Woah! The words simply haunt and how, idea smithy. Love it 🙂
😊 Thank you, Vishal.