Batsy

 There is a bat here, Batsy, I would say..

who is pretty grey and blind by the day!

So he shouts out echoing his way.

Sometimes, he flies astray,

others in circles over the bay!

I wonder what he craves

A juicy prey?

or has he simply lost his way!

I want a love...

I want a love that seeps through glaces,

Smiles with adoration

Comforts in hugs

Grows in conflict

Yay and Nay!

I want a love that accommodates in silence,

That cries with a companion

That doesn't shy away from communication

That's oil in water, distinct and together

Not flashy or fancy rather funky and fun

That's not too loud and neither goes unheard

I want a love, that cares with compassion

Steams with passion

Kisses, robbing exhaustion

That's playful with plenty

I want a love..

I want a love that finds a way to be.

I want a love .. to be

*Distilled Spaces*

It's wondrous how distance grows,
You would know, if anything hits you in the face
But distance evolves with the right ingredients: time, priorities and everything space..
It's a mirror that brings us in face with the fact,
how easy it's to forgo, it shows us how creative we can get with excuses too.
Aah.. Distance!

What is Distance? When I muse upon, I feel it's rightly said,
When things from careless becomes careful
When your home evaporates to uncharted territory
When there is a cross connection in midst of our calls.
Wait.. Are they calls?
Where I have a plateful to share, but you are nowhere...
Distance..

She ..
She is that invisible line drawn,
She is that assumption made,
She is that questioning thoughts that blooms, with all our insecurities and doubts as manure. Oh.. well done, what a garden cultivated!!
I should stress, she is not all bad.
She puts perspective in way, you choose treasures to cherish, and write off the pain.
She knows flavors to add into your life, when you find your way again.
She know, she is not welcomed with open arms but grown accustomed too,
and that’s okay..
She is a relief on some, and rushed into embrace,
She is judged harshly, for extinguishing many flames ablaze.. Sadly
She carries the burden of choice, that we every day make.
She knows, she sees, she smiles and carries on her way.
Aah.. distance! She always finds a way.