Simple

I've always asked for simple,
Simple in sober.
   A sea facing tune,
   Round trip around the moon,
   Step up anytime soon,
   Knowing, that is not over.

I've always asked for simple,
Simple in tipsy.
   Left front seat of cars,
   Unhiding the unhealed scars,
   A life with life, life of a gypsy.

I've always asked for simple,
Simple in drunk.
   Days ending by the city lights,
   Cuddles to have fights, sunk.

I've always asked for simple,
Simple when passed out.
   Just undoubted acceptance of love, out loud.

-Abhishikta

With Love: Loved Because Beautiful or Beautiful Because Lost?

I think it's the thing with love.
Just so beautiful!
Just so perfect.
In the final moments
It just starts to be/
It just starts to seem.

Like the way the city is tonight;
Clad in clouds,
Bringing whispers of wind down my terrace room.

Like the way you were that night;
Named as cloud,
Bringing showers of rain down my terrace room.

But one just seemed and
One actually is.
Final moments or not.
Just so beautiful!
Just so perfect.
That's the thing with love.

-Abhishikta

Shelter

A seven letter word.

     What we always seek.
     What we always are.
     What certain walls always were.
     What certain people always will be.
     (Or not?)

Shelter.

     My happy place.
     My sappy memories.
     My insecurities to confide.
     My corner to hide.
     (Or not?)

You.

-Abhishikta