TANGLED VIBES

Image Copyright  - Ankur Anand On the bedside table. Holy like your promises. unchanged, Is a photograph Of you and me. Through the cobwebs of time. I still can see. the love Distant as echo, Yet it makes me smile. It sits there in the cheap wooden frame. The only thing in the house, Still ours.

The lines on a map trace out, Like pronoia seeps in veins under my skin, You bit me with your forget-me-not hazel eyes And now I'm poisoned with constellations, It makes sense though. Where you are, Is where every road in my body leads to. P.S - I am sorry to every one of you, really finding it hard to be in sync with corporate life and blogger life.

I tried to let my heart, rest it's wings but it always start to wiggle and jiggle hearing you in the shimmer of the silence, feeling you in the space between white lines never looking away from your eyes holding a card, a little longer than it should, for i am yours and you who questions why wondering about what you have left behind that i hold "the footprint" all angels leave a mark on this world yours are made by guiding me home, inside my fragile bones