Thoughts of a Young Lady

/TO MY BELOVED/

Give me wings,
see me fly,
yet I will keep
coming back to you.

Take my hands,
show me the world,
I will hold onto,
till it kills.

Pull me into your arms,
Kisses in the forehead,
Swirl me around,
Love me like anything.

The morning steam of chai for the sleepy eyes,
The second cup of adrak bhara chai in the evenings,
The half burnt cigarettes to complement tea
The beer bottles with and without fairylights of the midnights.
The tiresome wanderlust days in the busy streets of our city,
The street food binging days (cause we are broke or we love it)
The buns and breads for the #Toobroke days.
The dispirited days and the frustrated ones,
The times of falling apart,
and failing oneself,
The times of risking something for something else,
The times of decisions, good, bad or worst,
I will be there beside,
partner in not just crime but everything else possible.

I am not going to fly off.
With the wings you gave,
to the world you uncloaked.

Not anytime soon.
(Not in this lifetime)