Him.

Words are all I had and he took them from me. It drove me insane, not knowing what to say; to just stare in awe and adoration. All of a sudden there was something I loved more than myself.

Him.

His smile.

His eyes.

His warmth.

Him.

I remember it all. How he looked into my eyes, like we were the only people in the world; the sound of his voice…his laugh. It’s the kinda laugh that reminds you of the good things in life. He didn’t just give my heart wings, he made me want to fly. Flying is not so scary when I know I’ve got him to catch me when I fall. 

© Abirami

Sleepy Hollows

To be stopped and once again revived, the mind is not as patient as the heart. Hope is more comforting than intelligence when struck by a poison dart. During the wait to be brought back to life there are a few things that just make you wonder.. Is each minute a funeral march to the grave or a brave stride towards a rightful destiny? I should hate to lose myself in the fulfillment of an untold prophecy. Regardless, I lie here, awaiting my calling. A century long slumber, in a haze between flying and falling.

© Abirami

The Dream

Every night, we meet in a recurring dream.

Making new promises, to redeem.

Your eyes locked on mine,

Our fingers entwine;

Two hearts beat as one,

All the masks are undone. 

I couldn’t walk, but with you I fly. 

Amongst the stars setting fire to the sky. 

© Abirami. 

Magician’s Code

Lights on. Centre stage. Crowd cheers. It was his golden age. 

They believed in his magic. 

Curtains close.  Only he knows. 

And the politician stepped off the dias victorious yet again. “The freebies get ’em every time.”, he thought. 

© Abirami

Wanderlust

Heads swaying to the sound of music. Hearts beating slow and sometimes frantic. They’d been at this for about a week now. The longest road trip she’d ever been on. The best time she’d ever had. To think this was all only an accident, it humored her. They were just fellow passengers who missed their flight and decided to rent a car and split the drive.

A conservative Indian girl who always stayed on the straight and narrow. She rarely stepped out of her comfort zone. But he.. He changed everything. Questioning her morals and ridiculing her beliefs. He was everything she never approved. A club rat with no sense of responsibility. However now, her opinions didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. His smile. That’s all she could picture. One smile and she was ready to give her heart away. But why? She didn’t know. She didn’t care.

It was only a matter of miles now. They’d soon be on their separate ways. Heavy hearted, she got out of the car as he pulled up on the side walk. Final goodbyes were said and pleasantries exchanged. Every one of those final moments, bittersweet. While she was left with memories to cherish, the fact that it was all ending too soon hit her hard. One last glimpse of his heartbreaking grin and she turned and started to walk away; walk away towards what will be a new life.

A sudden honk of the car horn interrupted her train of thought. He stuck his head out of the window with the sheepish grin and everything.

“Hey, I was wondering, would it be extremely inappropriate if I asked you out?”

“Yes it would”, she said smirking at him. 

“Good. ‘Cause that’s pretty much my style. So what do you say?”

She laughed nodding in agreement. Oh how he made her laugh.

© Abirami

Counting Stars

It was another cold winter evening. A little girl sat shuddering on the front porch. Daddy’s going to be mad.. she thought. He made her promise she’d wait inside. “You don’t want to get a cold do you? Then who eats all the ice cream?”.  But she hated waiting inside, all alone. The excitement tingled in her veins. SHE WAS FINALLY GETTING HER BIKE!!!! Daddy never went back on his word, she knew. He always came through. Always.

The sound of the front door creaking woke her up. She’d fallen asleep waiting. With what could only be the ‘widest grin ever’ on her face, she ran out to greet him. “Daddy! daddy!”, she screamed all the way there. He stood in the drive way, next to the prettiest pink bike with rainbow ribbons and a shiny bell . It even had a pink basket with the little daisies she loved. She stood there speechless, staring at her brand new bike with utter amazement. “Do you want to go for a ride Princess?”, he asked knowingly. Her eager eyes gave her away.

He sat there, tired, after a hard days work. All the pain was non-existent when he was watching her. After hours of ‘going for one last round in the yard’, he finally got her to put the bike away. He carried her back to her room and tucked her into bed like every other night. Five minutes into the bed-time story and she was sound asleep. At last he retired to his own bed and turned the lights out, preparing himself for another day. Another day of picking trash and sweeping floors. He would do anything to provide for her.

What they had, though it was not much, it was enough. In a world full of people who spent their lives counting dollars, they lived theirs counting stars.

Inspired by the song – Counting Stars by One Republic. 

© Abirami

The Typewriter 

Y O U.

Every morning, she found the same three letters etched onto the piece of paper on her dusty old type writer. 

The presence was too big to ignore. She felt it. In the air. Something calling out to her…

Another writer with a busy life. She was torn in between making a living and wanting to live. 

© Abirami