Tag Archives: Rains

Breathing Space

We’ve met at a

Different stage in life

With a few years

In between that started

As a breather

To space our thoughts

But ended up

As the only space left.

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Personal Sunshine

The house smelt of

Warm butter an hour ago,

Giving the rains and sweater weather

The company you didn’t know

It was missing.

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Vanilla Ice-Cream

Donuts and coffee was our go-to snack.

Well, the coffee was for me and the donuts were for you

Except, I’d get a bite of your donut

And you’d never touch my coffee.

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Commas; Dots

I had an impulsive urge to rearrange my entire room last month at a time equally away from noon and evening. By the time it was midnight, there was patch of untouched floor in my room three out of five furniture pieces at new postings. By the time is was sunrise, the untouched patch of floor was cleaned and pushed back to inaccessibility and, five out of five furniture pieces were back to their older postings. You see, the new arrangement didn’t let my mind sleep even though my body only craved sleep. It is though another conversation altogether that neither did its predecessor. A week after that, my documents were less documented and more scattered – one sheet at a time. The files within reach seemed too far for me and, it all kept piling up. But the Friday last week, I made the journey to them and filed papers dated back to kindergarten. Floors were mopped; clothes were pressed; errands were ticked and everything was put to place. I arranged life like you’d arrange dominos.

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Reins

The water hits my skin like the rain on a December night with grey skies that hide the sun. I can tell it’s warmer though by the steam that’s left droplets on the back of my neck and, the shower curtains. I sit there with my knees pulled up to my chest and, my face nestled between them with my right cheek exposed to the warm water that turns cold as it touches my skin. I let my fingers play subconsciously with my toes as the maroon on them is starting to chip.

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