Love in the times of corona

Aapki nazron ne samjha.. each time I listen to this song, it reminds me of you. It reminds me of us. I wish you were here with me today. Mere andar ek toofan sa hai aur mera saahil door kahi baitha hua hai. Shayad tum bhi mere baare main hi soch rahe hoge. 
I wish you were with me here because all this Covid anxiety is driving me nuts. I've been stuck home, alone for the past- I don't know how many days. The video calls are getting too monotonous and the virtual kisses and hugs make no justice how good you are. 
I miss how you'd come all the way just to steal a kiss from me. I miss that period between your text and the sound of your bike in front of my house. 
I very fondly remember the last time we made love and am longing for it to happen again. I miss your warm lips, your hands around my waist, on my breasts. I miss lying on your back all night while you tell me all your work stories and keep telling, 'fuck that. Tell me what's happening at your end'.
I miss your fuckall rendition of desi songs. Especially when you sing 'Tum saath ho ya no ho kya fark hai, bedard thi zindagi bedard hai'. You know what.  Bohot fark hai.. tere bina there is no entertainment in life. 
I miss getting mocked by you for my terrible Hindi speaking skills. I miss you.This whole travel ban is fucking me up. I want to be with you. I want to lie down next to you on our terrace and look at you are trying to draw constellations out of stars. Come back. I'll tweet to the PM if it'd help. Come back. I want to feel the warmth of your breath on my forehead. I miss your sleep talks. You're super cute when you're talking about work in your dreams. I miss opening the curtains to wake you up. 

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