epistle

August 3, 2016

I still have that ginger coloured friendship band.
you didn't have to write your name on it.

August 18, 2016

roses in a coil.
sheathed in your arms,
my eyes stared at this thread in perpetuity.

afraid.

afraid because I wanted more of us.

October, 18, 2018

breakfast with you in a fictional wooden sub was the best date ever, I swear.

December 3, 2014

you lied for me.
we were 9.

your benevolence enfeebled me.

September 21, 2017

we looked adorable as Cho and Harry. 

February 12, 2019

I crave to go back to the ice rink in New York.
we stumbled.

arms refusing to unravel.
my heart,
a slave to your charm.

February 14, 2019

so many paintings and pillars to look at, but I wished to gaze at you. 

you are a work of art.

enthralling me to obey the voice of my soul.

September 7, 2018

you sat next to me with eyes cemented to my lips.
I couldn't stand firm against my feelings.
my head and my heart were persistently at war.

October 29, 2018

this was our last Diwali together.

May 19, 2019

I cried myself to sleep.
the thought of losing you pinched my soul.

May 21, 2019

I was so used to loving you from afar.
trying to persuade myself,
that you were wrong for me in a billion delightful ways.

I couldn't resist you.

cheery,
I sway like a zephyr lily in the breeze.

                       
                                               - Isha