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NEXT CHAPTER

If I let you read my mind,
You'd be flipping for the next chapter,
With an intensity you can't handle.
You'd be craving to know more,
Scared of knowing what's next-
And yet turning the page.
Soon you'll know,
It's a series of books,
A saga.
A dramatic flair,
Of intensity and passion.
An overwhelming ambition.
A consuming simplicity,
Sprinkled over a grappling idea
Of your own interpretations.
You'll want more-
Like another bite of the
Spiciest ramen you can't digest.
And I'll become your favourite book.
But you can't tell anyone.
It's political, personal, judgmental.
You're afraid of how people
Will perceive you for knowing me.
Afraid more, of how
They'll begin to perceive you.
And that's okay,
Not everyone's cup of tea.
Not everyone's up for depth.
So now, I let you walk away
With an epilogue, a prologue,
A specifically curated 'Author's Note'.
That you just read...

 

WING IT
 

I squint my eyes,
to narrow my vision.
It's still the same feeling.
Like applying eyeliner closely,
In a steamy bathroom mirror.
Your breath just makes it worse.
And you're secretly wishing,
'I hope I wing it right'.

That's how everything is lately.
But I'm beginning to feel,
Maybe that's how life is.
Especially when
you're Adulting;
Treaded paths feel too crowded,
Uncharted waters feel too insecure.
Yet, you need to move along.
Can't stand still.

So, you climb the tree anyway.
Wondering which branch
has the sweetest fruit.
Wondering which branch won't break.
Eventually, you'll reach somewhere.
There will be branches above,
There will be branches below.
You'll reach where- you were meant to be.
So, stay put.
You might just wing it right.

 

WOMAN

I wear the night on my lips,
The moon on my hands.
Your eyes search for who I am,
While I drape the world around.
The crimson satin fabric on my skin
Dares you to uncover me.
The stars shine along my waist,
The moonlight glows within my eyes.
You watch me move swiftly,
Breathing in every breath I take.
The henna on my hands
Tell a story, you're dying to know.
And my words swirl around you,
In a mystery, you can't excavate.

I tuck my hair behind my ear,
To reveal an earring heavier than
Your ambitions.
Rose petals softly trace my curves
And fall to my feet.
There is a symbolism of power.
That makes every man tremble.
My bejewelled hands carry
A million prayers and promises.
You're waiting for my smile,
And I'm waiting for the world.
To take it over,
To conquer it,
To make it mine.
There's a fire that burns within me,
Which dazzles in the night.
You can't believe it and yet you do.
You'll always be in awe.
It's mesmerizing.
It's tantalizing.
It's heavenly.
It's a woman.