littlelovenote from a butterfly to a blanket

the way you spread warmth
has always attracted me to you,
I assure you that I will fill your life 
with bright colours,
even though flying is all that I have ever known,
after days of wandering around,
the day I'd come to you,
I would permanently snuggle inside you,
and stay there cosy and safe.

little love note from a wall clock to a tube light

They want you when the sun it out,
but when I look at you it’s
as if you’re the only sun out there
If you say it once,
I will try to stop the time for you,
even though it would mean ruining myself,
I want you to be standing right there, all the time
Stand there, right there, where I can see you,
Do not flicker, I beg of you
that makes my heart sink into my stomach,
my hands shiver,
I lose track of time,
and I struggle to break free
from this vicious circle of day and night,
seconds after seconds slapping me on my face
hours after hours following the same pace.
Do not flicker,
They may find another you, and brighten their lives
for them it’ll be all the same, they wouldn’t even notice
But for me, time would stop right there.

Today, when I still have time,
I just wanted you to know,
I tick-tock you!

The Perfect Love

Gaganpreet Singh Photography

I changed. 

I changed not just because I love you.

But also because I wanted you to love me.

And I changed.

I changed the way I slept like a free bird

with my arms spread on both sides like wings

as if I was going to take a flight in my dreams, 

and now I sleep all lady-like with my arms sometimes around you,

or around my own body for the fear of being judged 

for being too confident to be loved.

You wanted to pamper the vulnerable me, 

I became one for I wanted to be loved.

And I changed. 

I changed the way my hair would always be a messy bun, 

Now I arrange my tresses every time I step out to see you

for you wouldn't want to be around the mess that I was.
I make sure the bun was perfect and that I wouldn’t look like I
a teen that just got out of the bed
you wanted me to be a lady, and I became one.   

I changed. 

I changed the way I'd spend lazy weekends on my bed

emptying tea mugs, reading books, and scribbling my heart out on papers
and occasionally on walls or canvases.

I now have a razor in my hand and an epilator in the other

because last time you touched me,

and murmured into my ears that my arm feels like that of a man's arm. I

dug my head into the pillow and sobbed but

then I thought it was normal of you to be asking for a chiseled skin,

the way I ask for a little stubble on your face, sometimes, may be? or may be not.
I changed.

I changed the way I’d talk in public.
My voice became softer and I almost stopped
laughing my heart out because that’s what teens do,
I was becoming a woman and women behave well in public,
they look interested even if they aren't, and 

they indulge in meaningful conversations, 

I changed a bit every day,

the voice, the hair, the sleep, my friends,

the songs I heard, the films I watched 

and all my pass-times,
I altered them.
I changed to fit into your image of perfect love

I’ve become someone I’d never known before.

am I, now, your perfect love?