Has it been that long already?

as the tips of your fingers
draw a line over my veins
it seems like
blood had stopped
flowing right there
a long time ago
making me feel nothing,
i feel nothing.
have my skin pores
forgotten the essence
of touch?
for you touch me
yet i am not touched.
you ask me
to look at the stars
you say they're so pretty
shining up above!
i swear i found them great
i swear i spent sleepless nights
admiring those heavenly bodies
but now i only see shining stones
pasted in black void
is my sight getting blurred?
or is the sky really getting ugly?
you tell me stories
of love and toil
of fantasies and miseries
but i fail to understand
what you mean
i fail to connect the dots,
you say you love me
you say it still feels the same
the exact same!
like flowers have just bloomed
the birds have just discovered
they can fly
feelings hold the same charm
you say!
why don't i feel the same?
have you changed?
Or ,am i bored of you now?
has it been that long already?

what love looks like

I see love after a long while
it has changed its shape now
it looks different from
what I thought it'd feel like
actually,
it is the exact opposite
of what I'd expected,
it doesn't smell of
roses and daisies
instead,
it has a taste of yesterday's alcohol
mixed with cigarettes
every time I kiss it.
I long to touch more
more of its cracked lips
frizzy hair
untamed beard
I crave for its fingers
running into my hair
that sweep it at the edge of my neck
and leaves a peck
on my bare skin.
this time,
love feels real
it isn't here with a bag
full of fake promises
and false hopes,
it is raw
just as my feelings are
when I am with love,
my feelings this time
they've come through a different route
without passing through the lane
of any regrets or memories,
and my words lie here
unable to fathom
how beautiful it is
to unravel love everyday
to listen a new story each day
like I'd always been a part of it
to wake up with the hangover
of its thoughts within me
to let go of the excruciating reality
when I'm nestled in its arms,
and for a moment
everything seems to freeze
and it's just love and me.

Fifth stick

This is the fifth stick

I'm burning today
wishing to end 
on this one
but wanting more ..
Ever since your absence
has been lingering around,
I caught a new addiction;
You hands looked better
indeed!
but my fingers longed
for more than just few days
for something to hold;
However,
things are pretty same
Or even better
since all that it poisons
is just my body now;
It has its share of attachment
but it does avoid me
from reverting to you-
somewhere I don't belong-
thus, pros exceeded the cons
this time...
In every toxic smoke I take
I wish it erased you away
But
looks like maths doesn't
work the same
minus , minus didn't end
in plus this time.
But it heals for a while
a short time cure
it provides..
That's what I've been
doing these days
falling for smaller remedies
to forget something big.

That girl

Last fall,

I saw her in the meadow

stitching flowers-

colorful ones-

on her plainly white shirt,

her hair neatly done

eyes filled with dreams up to the rim

smile tapering till ears

that could drive any passerby crazy

She would take breaks at times

to fill her lungs with the crisp air

dancing merrily down the hills,

she'd cup her little hands,

fill the flowing river into it

as much as she could

and drink it

to quench her thirst.

After that fall,

winter knocked her door

the flowers withered

into coarse futility

river froze to numb her hands

cold tried best of its endeavors

to inculcate despair into her soul

Yet, I found her the next fall

in the same meadow

stitching colorful flowers

on her plain shirt

Her hair though,

open,untamed and,

frivolously held

eyes still portraying dreams:

blurred but undaunted ones

still smiling through tears,

she soaked into the cool breeze

frolicking down the hills

she filled herself with the river

more this time,

for her thirst had doubled

and her hands now formed a bigger cup.

-Pragya