Alone or not?

She sits quiet.

She has been that way for quiet some time now.

Her tension builds that she chews the insides of her cheek.

The wind blows in her hair and creeps up the small pores on her flawless skin.

She tries to not think of him.

She had been able to distract herself the whole morning gleefully running around with her friends and yet she found herself sitting all alone with pods plugged into her ears staring at nothing In this beautiful evening.

She couldn’t understand what bothered her more, the fact that he was not there with her or he made up excuses to not talk to her.

I mean, what difference would a call make anyway.

Everything to her.

But,

Nothing to him.

Yet, she smiled ,for this was not the first time.

Obviously the poor creature had to throw it all behind her and move forward, smiling, even though she was furious.

She was more that furious.

But she was used to this.

Or not.

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The silly swain!

The river hushed the notorious scree

The sky hushed the wind

A girl in red, with her soft mesmerising features

was crying softly, sitting near the river bed

There was something about her voice

that made the river to stop and listen

The sky to numb it’s wait

The lush green grass glistened

Her tears were the tiny droplets of love,

falling in his wake

She fiddled with the rim of her dress

So empty and opaque

His promises sounded melodious

Yet, she was dancing with pain

All she did was love him

Hah! She was just a silly swain.

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Chestnuts first kiss!



She
lay demurely, engulfed in the fluffiness of her covers.

Her hand brushed over her lips, smiling at the exquisite memory.

Her hair bestrewed all over her pillow, feeling idle without his hand caressing them, pinning them behind her ear. 

Her chestnut hair loved the feel of his fingers in between them.

He had cupped her face, benevolently. Holding still, letting the moment to sink in.

He was giving her time to pull back if she wanted to, but secretly he had been  dreaming of those lips around his since so long.

He wanted to feel them. To capture them, to explore and to see if they matched his rhythm.

She was sure she was ready. 

All she worried about was it’s perfection.

Nature had given her the answer for that. 

The clouds bribed the brightest star to hide behind them. The wind saw it’s cue and swirled around singing happy songs. The leaves flew smiling widely. The sky turned pink, For something beautiful was about to happen to her and they had wished her luck.

Slowly, her lips collided with his. She held him tightly, digging her fingernails into his skin while he explored her all. The sync was more than perfect for them. For they couldn’t pull back.

He bit her lip and she winced, wanting more of him.

A low moan escaped her lips and he captured her again, pulling her towards him.

 The small space they were confined in was no obstacle to them.

All she could think about was the moment to never seize.

To be pressed up against him, secured in his warmth.

 Her utter bliss was him. 

She had never felt so amazing before. 

 For, She wanted him. 

And so she didn’t dare pull back.

After all it was her first kiss.

Her first kiss in a car.

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