While listening to his poetry,
my hand slowly crept on his.
I searched the inner me,
for signs of flashbacks and aches of scars.
My forehead was dry,
without a single drop of sweat.
Had everything left me?

As soon as I felt his eyes on me,
shyness crept to my eyes,
He studied my eyes with a gentle smile,
'I guess we are ready now.'
That night, he kissed away the scars on my soul,
and loved away the fear in my eyes.
I had put love and lust
on two sides of the same coin,
he split them apart magnificently
and burned the side of lust
right in front of me.
His fingers transferred love to places of me,
where love never existed.

His fingers were none less than a wand
and his soul not less than a magician,
Love started bleeding off my past wounds,
I watched him as he tasted it from those.
-desired to dream after a nightmare is a boon.

Shrutika Kahale