KADUGUSUMA

Lost in each other's eyes, Rhythm of our synced hearts, Mingling hot air, Clasped hands, Interlaced fingers, Feather-light steps... Dancing with you, It used to be so easy,  As easy as breathing... A pause, a silence. A faltered step. And the rhythm is forever lost. But we want to dance. Gasping for air, Unmet gaze, Loosened grip, Lead-like legs And we dance, But for different songs. We still dance. Tightening the hold a bit, Trying to match the steps. But A slight misstep, And we would collide, We could collapse. So, we still dance But the careful one, As if there is only one melody...                                 - Panchami Kabbinahitlu

Spreading the fragrance in the air, Storing the sweet nectar within, Beckoning the beautiful butterflies, Swayed the colourful cluster of joy. All it wished for was the warmth. The warmth that- Melted away the harshest ice, Seeped through the branches Soaked the nooks and corners. How could it not? Turning away from the sun, Could the flower ever bloom? And, wishes are just wishful. How could it defy the destiny? Even if all it got is the scalding heat. The heat that- Scorched its pillowy soft petals, Drained away the nourishment, Wilted away the life spirit. How could it turn away, When all it knew was to seek the sun? - Panchami Kabbinahitlu 

Only if I could tell you, How long I've been craving for you, Even before I could name it, Even before I realised it, I've been craving. I've craved for so long that, I don't know a time I didn't; I don't know how not to... I've craved you, Even before I knew your name; Even before I knew your existence! I've always craved you... I'm no mason, But, I've been building your shrine, Brick by brick with mortar of my flesh, Where I could stand bare,  And worship you with truest self And sing the hymns of yearning And selfishly, pathetically beg, Even for just a part of you. Only if I could dare to tell you... I'm no artist, But,Even with stolen glances alone, I can blindly retrace those sparkling beads of your eyes, that are like twin ponds, that gravitate me to the endless depth, In which I would willingly drown myself, Even knowing there is no return... Only if I dared to tell you... I would create new words For they would fall short to fill the...