Is love only about making………………

She has big eyes where you are trapped

Among those brows that seem far apart

Those curls, those greys sneaking out of her

The way you gasp when you come close to her

Her insomniac walk when you look for her at 2 am

Strolling in Balcony humming tune of her favorite song

Her curves camouflage into a sun kissed beach

She smells of your cologne spilled on bedsheet

Her eyes are shut as they always are

Shutting away from a chaos, the mess that is us

Half burnt cigarettes and half-baked thoughts

An incomplete kiss that never connects the dots

Purple highlights falling on her empty back

A tattoo that breaths when you untie that strap

A tornado that engulfs you as a whole

She endured your aching mind, heart and soul

She waited for you to talk of those broken ifs

And make a phoenix out of carcass of unfinished dreams

You love her every night and goes on her waiting

Makes her wonder

Is love only about moaning and making.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

6 Comment

  1. Thats is profound Pooja….loved the way you left so much to be read between the lines. Thats like an ode to “love-making”

  2. You have described her such beautifully that every woman would love herself. Happy Blogging!

  3. Love is so much more than the ahhhs and oohhh. I love the way you have described Pooja.

  4. Highly descriptive article, I loved that bit. Will there be
    a part 2?

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