Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Let's taste stars, together / Kirti Pherwani

I am not go-to-mall and hang out kind of person.
When I am in love;
I am gonna make you taste stars.
Sleep under the tree shade.
Spend nights watching moon.                                           
And talk about life and death.
I would rather kiss you hard ,than just having sex. 
I would want to know you,
inside and out, like there is no covering of skin.
So why don't you come;
let's be naked,
let our souls do the silent words. 
Come,
show me what your heart holds,
the way your thoughts moulds.

Hug me,
so I can feel your warmth,
and I promise to lock you inside my arms.
Show me those scars,  
and tell me the stories behind it.
I want to know,                                                                    
why didn't you go to the pool when you were six?
I want to know,                                                                   
Would you like to be a bird in next life?
or do you even believe in it?
We could be birds and fly high,
or be a moth and die.
So open up and let me enter,
And I would do the same.
So there is no you or me that remains.

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