Cruising Alone

  I know that you don't like me, Even if he was the one who first wrote to me. You never really understood Why I cared for him. So I kept my distance. Because I could never have him The way you do. He only remembers me When he's feeling blue. We started off as friends, And perhaps that's How we were always meant to end. He chose you To be his wife, And he's grateful You became his life. I exist only in his memories. You lie in his embrace. You stand beside him In sickness and in health, Through the trenches and life's wealth. And I would never wish To be the cause of pain, Or the reason Love begins to strain. But sometimes I wish He had kissed me, Back when I believed We were meant to be. Because you get to share Your tears with him. I hid mine Whenever life turned grim. You will always have him. Yes. You will always have him. I will simply Be  A memory.

It’s one of those days again The way I’m feeling, it’s insane It’s getting hot in here, don’t need the gym sesh to sweat, oh dear Maybe nights would’ve been more fun with reckless choices, like playing with a loaded gun But lately, I’ve been getting good at catering to my temptations icing my cakes and buns Who cares about those part-time lovers, someone’s new petty chauffeurs Isn’t it amazing to have grown, enjoying the sounds of my moans… 

Some would say men went to war for women like you, But I would still choose war if it meant choosing you. You say you write in amorous lines, But I would let you be the woman of my tribe. You had your adventures Under The Buda Moon, But have you been loved past noon? So I can see you shine like a magical flower, In the quiet warmth of the golden hour. The invisible strings pull at my heart Can I do justice to your name? Caress you right, Till you sing like a Carnatic hymn. Inspired by the author of Under The Buda Moon,  Veena Rao