Rown

We have started falling asleep together during weekends, even when the only thing we could hold was the phone, pillows, blankets, and sheets. I fall asleep as I watch him drift away from reality to the world of dreams peacefully like a child after a long day, even if the sun is up in the sky there and no moon night here. I fall asleep to his sleepy whispers calling my name, his closed eyes and lips pinker than mine, I stare at him and think how much I'm in love with this person. I ponder upon ending the call, but I don't, thinking just this once, I can pretend that we're sleeping together, just not in the same bed, or room, or house, or country, but still together, face to face.  He always sleeps before me, peacefully, telling me the tale of his tiredness and I let him and watch how perfect he looks and think how I can stare at this one person sleeping all my life. But I know, if he'll sleep in front of me in person, I would probably wake him back up just becaus

I barely know you by your outer skin molded perfectly on your body, That gets tanned in the sun And changes color, By the smile you plaster on your face that changes look As beard and mustache grows, By the scent of your body I used to smell while I nuzzle my nose on your chest That gets overcome by the smell of perfume you wear. By the new clothes, I haven't seen you wearing that you change every next month, By your muscles that get more toned every time you send me pictures than last time, Coz you've been away for more than a while, And I barely know all the changes that changed you in all these time. But in all these times, I've known you more than people can understand While they wonder how can we stand With distance in-between, I know about you more than anyone ever can. I know you by your heartbeat so well that sometimes I get it confused as my own, By your soft voice while you try to soothe crying me over phone like they're medicine to my wounded heart,

Will the things remain same, If I deny changing my last name after marriage? What is the game about changing it and making it same when our heartbeat has a common name. It already makes us one doesn't it? Will your eyes look at me the same way you used to If I deny bowing on your feet on the day of marriage when the priest says so or after marriage? Or will you say No, She doesn’t need to And take a stand for me? Husband is god they say but will you add that my wife needs to be treated as goddess too? because she is my "Ardhangini" the other half that completes me. or will you also weigh the respect I have for you on the one and bowing you on the oth er and take it as a disrespect to your manhood as this society does? The respect should come by heart, The mutual one, Not by bowing on the feet Isn’t it? Will you be ashamed to help me in the kitchen, or cook for me when I come home from work drai