[Note from Frolic: We’re so excited to have poet Shrutee Choudhary sharing three more original love poems with us today. Take it away, Shrutee!]
I was never this person, so I can’t tell if it’s an aberration of some kind or a pleasant change.
But when we met, the clouds took over my demeanour, and it rained and it thundered
until I surrendered to something inexplicable, entirely.
My walls are down now and I’m barefoot in the grass, unsure of how I feel about it.
And there is something about your face that turns me into a shimmering cityscape, and my glow in the dark skin can’t get enough of you.
The wine from that night is still fermenting my words, I’m a tongue tied, spellbound mess
unable to confess — even to myself; the things I already know.
snowflakes taste like nostalgia
life is a scene out of a holiday movie
you spike my hot chocolate with rum
I feel tingles in places I had been numb
when past is the present
it isn’t exactly a postcard moment
memories are spiked with fabrications
only once you’ve moved on
I wake up within a love song
inside a snow globe
and I find my last sliver of hope
in moments before I lost it to time
in whirlwind memories — then bitter, now sweet
from back when you were mine.
it’s as if somebody panic-bought
all the metaphors from my stores
because I can’t seem to find
the words anymore
and what am I without them
but merely an outline of a person?
so you can lie down upon
my hammock flesh and bones
sink deep inside my hollow grounds
float in my bare ocean or
leave your footprints on my heart’s by-lanes
I have all the space in the world
to hold you.
About the Author:
When I’m not busy being a goofball, I like to complicate my life for a living, so I can try and uncomplicate it with words.
I like to travel and make pictures. I’m also an actor, so I’m really all about the stories.
In poetic terms,
I’m the wormhole between reality and fiction
I’m the rhyme and the contradiction.
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