JK

Sometimes I feel tired.
          It's heavy, suffocating,
          whispering that I should stop. 
          
          But stop what? 
          
          Stop dreaming?
          Stop hoping?
          Stop believing that tomorrow could be warmer than today.? 
          
          I imagine a day that doesn’t suffocate me.
          
          A day where tiredness not lingered anymore
          and I feel new---alive
          
          A day where my heart beats steady,
          
          A day where happiness arrives 
          as I watch my dreams
          slowly come true. 
          
          Should I stop
          when that life still waits for me?
          That life that sounds
          like a peaceful rhythm,
          
          NO!!
          
          I am tired. 
          
          But I'm Still trying.
          Still hoping.
          And even with this tired soul 
          I believe
          in better days
          yet to come.
          
          
          ~chaarvi
          

I won't lie
          Not when even the air around me keep whispering the truth...
          
          I miss you.
          
          I miss the warmth of your breath. How it lingered too close to my skin.
          
          I miss your hands resting on my waist, as they knew it was the where they belongs.
          
          I miss your palms cupping my cheeks- claiming me.
          
          I miss the way your breath turned uneven when you struggled to calm yourself around me.
          
          I miss the words you murmured just to ground me.
          
          I miss your smirk you wore when you already  knew you'd win.
          
          I miss you- juat enough to make the wanting hurt!
          
          
          ~chaarvi