Holding Your Hand

It’s the most beautiful form of entanglement, 
which I’m not at all afraid to be involved in. 
It’s the most pristine touch I’ve experienced, 
that gently brings me to life in lows and highs. 
It’s the happiest realization that strikes me:
to be close to the one who matters the most.



I don’t know what to tell you, where to begin. Well very honestly, my life has never been so simple despite its inevitable complexity and you know you are the reason behind it. Your companionship has been, by far, the best thing that has happened to me. With every step that I have taken with you, my difficulties as an individual have only seemed less difficult because you handled them with grace and great care. I knew this friendship was not an ordinary one when you stood strong by me in the greatest crisis of my life. Much stronger than I myself was. From the very first time I met you to this day, it sure has been a journey of a kind and I thank the universe for such a sweet conspiracy. I don’t know what lies ahead, where will we be a few years down the line but one thing I know for sure: now is the time of our life. 

A Meaningful Synergy

He asked her as she was sitting, wondering what to say next but gladly smiling that he was around, “Which symbol do you think our relationship represents?”

She was taken aback in awe. A question like that she hadn’t heard before.

“Well, give me a while to ponder upon this. I’m a slow thinker and you know that.”

He smirked, nodding that he did.

The next day, she had the found the answer, “I think we’re the yin and the yang. You know the yin and yang, right? In Chinese philosophy, yin and yang is a symbol that shows synergy between the good and the bad. The symbol consists of a white half and a black half portraying goodness and badness respectively. But, the white portion has a little black in it, showing that even what is the best has a flaw of some kind. The little white in the black shows that even what is seen as bad entirely has innate goodness within. So, although they are contrary to each other they are interconnected. In our case…”

“So you mean one of us is good but still has some sort of imperfection to bear, and the other one is mostly flawed but carries some sort of goodness?” he cut her off.

“No, that’s not what I mean. That wasn’t all that I wanted to say. In our case, we’re the yin and yang of our own kind. I see the symbol as a complementary connection between two contradicting ways of being. Neither one is good or bad. So, let’s say if I represent the black, and you the white. The little whiteness within me speaks of the understanding that I bear towards your way of being. And, the little blackness within you tells me that you understand me even when you’re not entirely like me. Even in our differences, we come to find each other at some place. That’s how I feel we complete each other. That’s how we make a team.”

Now, he was smiling, “I love you.”

Choosing You

I knew I had to make a choice
between thriving in the given oddity
or experiencing the thrilling waves
in your blissful companionship.
I knew the journey would not be
all rosy and only about good things
but in all my senses and serendipity
I am glad to have chosen thee.


Maybe all of us seek someone
to contain that we’re unique beings
in this universe full of magic.

Maybe all of us need someone
to make us love ourselves, despite
knowing that it is inevitable.

Maybe all of us await someone
to clean our wounds and heal them
even if we ourselves could have.

Maybe all of us want someone
to teach us the meaning of this life
while we could have been at it.


Do you know where I belong?
Maybe in the void of your
wrapped, amorous arms
where I can flourish freely
and breathe the fragrance
of your loving, giving being.

Maybe I belong somewhere
between you and your words
knowing that love isn’t always
spoken about, sometimes
it can be felt together, drowning
in each other’s unruffled seas.

Maybe I should be in between
you and the lone air lying next
to you, in the cold frosty nights
where I wouldn’t need to worry
about anything and I can feel
the most loved, the most homely.

Les Yeux

His eyes, the silent cyclones
I tried to have a close look at
and I could not escape the
fathomless depth of his being.
I swam restlessly to find the
shore of denial, to set free of
this dilemma looming on me,
daring me to embrace change.
I was lost in a strange comfort
yet I didn’t want to face reality
until the waves my emotions
washed me and said, “It’s him.”


How can someone love me so much,
in his senses and also in his sleep?
How can someone want to be with me
so much, in happiness and in despair?
How can someone long for me so much,
like a child longs for a sweet gesture?
How can someone believe in me
so much, more than even I myself do?
How can someone wait for me so much,
like a wisher waits for a shooting star?

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