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“A Tale of Evolving through the Distances and Silences”

Our texts and calls are never regular,

They say it is required if you are in love,

and I still ask Why?

As our habits are so synchronized,

Like the petals and sepals of our favorite flowers,

Just like Lilies and Orchids we are very similar.

 

You are my first thought in the morning and the last one at night,

I crave for the safe haven your arms provide.

I long for your whispers in my ears and your hands on my bare skin,

You are the love and care that lightened the dark doorway of my life.

 

Even through the silences of our voices and words,

We have to mould ourselves and grow,

Trust me I always have your back as you progress,

As I know I finally have someone who won’t let me capsize,

Someone with whom I can be myself as there is nothing to suppress.

 

Every time we get in touch again,

It will be the same,

I promise nothing will have changed.

As we EVOLVE,

Even with the space and distance,

Our souls will never be apart.

 

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s Urge©|2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“A Tale of Love and Longing under the Night Sky”

Lying on the terrace, staring at the night sky wearing a velvety blanket of stars;

I could sense you in its depth.

The serenity it gave me reminded me of the feeling of warmth you give me,

like a cheerful fire burning in the hearth on a dreary winter evening.

As the time lapsed I realised,

you  had mystically engraved and embellished yourself on not just my body but also my soul.

Suddenly the gentle summer breeze blew upon my skin,

it was akin to your arms cajoling me and lulled me to sleep.

By this juncture you were etched upon my mind and heart;

a warm presence even in the cold wilderness of the astral realm of my lucid dreams.

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s Urge©|2018

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“A Tale of Long Distance Yearnings”

I crave for you like manna from heaven.

For me you are the personification of the seven deadly sins and I am trapped in your snares.

I have delved in way too deep despite knowing its an illusion.

In trying to break free, I get entangled even more.

My whole existence yearns for you.

I have felt your presence touching and claiming me as yours.

It was all a game of the mind that seemed so surreal.

The constant longing for an ethereal union whence I would be screaming your name as you rip me apart marking me as your territory.

The intensity of this wild desire is too vicious and lethal for any to fathom.

The blanket muffles my cries when I call out your name pleading you to get out of my head.

Lying helpless, staring at the ceiling, choking as the tears trickle down and dampen the pillows.

My attempt to restrain these impulses is futile as the ardour only intensifies.

I am a mess and my mind is in chaos.

I refuse to admit it but I have let the wilderness blossom and it lingers on my body and stings my soul.

Pushing you away only ignites the passion furthermore.

There seems to be no end to this burning urge till you come to satisfy it forevermore.

 

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s Urge©|2018