pocketful of daydreams




He says “you look stunning…” ; three simple words and am surrounded by butterflies, unwittingly I blush… 

Even with winters muscling in, jostling for space with smog and traffic even with cacophony of this world going horribly wrong in most parts, ... its spring in my heart.

It's golden time. Unfurled shine!

I inevitably deconstruct moments and intentions. Relishing, reliving, overthinking, analysing. The conflict!

And then I close my eyes…all I can see is the fire in those eyes! 
The silence is filled. With just a word.  A noun.

The moon shows its waning face veiled behind the cloud canopy. Things turn iridescent, blushing each time she shows her face again. The gravel glints. Emotions at the surface.

It’s not on purpose.  But everything seems to be suddenly shifting and colliding.

Logic isn’t something you feel until you loose it and everything from the day slides up against moments like this… Illogical and Right!

Everything tumbling to create a bright, discordant geometry in the present moment while the cars light up the eyes… the irises reflecting… images…

Cliff jumping towards the unknown…

There is a voracity and hunger to it that belies balance. 
It’s no accident we say we “fall” when we are in love.

The hardest thing is to feel the force of stillness balancing the velocity of perpetual action.

Before I know it, I respond… this feels like a completion and continuation.

Fingers intertwined. We breathe.


Copyright © Neerja Yadav

twilight




Not a moment goes untouched
And drenches me 
Thoughts decadent
Linger

Yes, in those slumber hours too
Sin fills me up 

As I chuckle in sleep
Your phantom face inside
Stirs me up, 

As I long for a devil's hug
And a vamp’s kiss

You pull me close
To deliver it inches deep

p.s: watching you, watch me ... is a different brand of high... 

Copyright © Neerja Yadav