Tiebreaker

The way you make me feel

The very words epitomize

What its said ” love” is.

Words that make jelly of knees,

starry eyed and the head reel.

Oh! The way you make me feel.

Feminine? Virile?

Sensuous? Strong?

Blind? Deaf? Or plainly dumb?

If you need a guise 

of dressy words

To explain what love is,

you couldn’t be more wrong.

Silence was never

So invitingly crushing

That it made my heart

let out a delightful squeal.

Oh! The way you make me feel.

You charm. You bait.

The surreptious glance.

The relaxed lean.

The swagger in your gait.

I am half full,

any which way I look,

Other half of you

Is a freaking good deal.

Oh! The way you make me feel.

You can chew all of your lip

To hide that grin,

Smug in thinking you won.

Its better to have

won your heart,

and love for as long

as I live under the sun.

“I do” will wait until

you tire of mind games and kneel.

Now, that’s exactly how I feel.

It rained this new year eve. And I was amused that we are pampered with varying weathers this part of the continent and more so in Bangalore. Even my moods don't oscillate as much as the climate here considering I am a cancerian ( not that I believe in voodoo -pro astrology junta ,sorry , no offense - but Linda Goodman has millions of her readers convinced that she can box up traits,label them and then with dressy words tell you who you are than you will ever discover on your own about yourself.)

Tch Tch .. I digress..... It was the other side of the day, sunny side up when I got on phone with a friend who was back from to work after vacations and was predictably morose at the prospect of PGcoming. Yes, I know PG is home too. She was being snappy, moody as only girls can be at times so much so you wanna strangle them, but then I am often  told I could lift up anyone's spirits, so I put that gift to use. Only this time my friend teared up..while I embarrassingly waited for her to calm up. Perfunctory goodbyes later I hung up wondering if my talent was jinxed after all . I called her later in the day and surprisingly she was cheery and all lit up. She said she was glad she cried and all that howling had helped her find a release. And then all was well. On my way back home it was drizzling. It somehow seemed as if the heavens needed the release too, Cyclone Thane or not. Rain god was partying it up I guess.

And it poured.

As abrupt.

Needlessly

Unrelenting.

Till the last of drop

Dried of her lips.

Slipping onto

The parched soil

Now puddled mire.

And the sun scorched

Back, the air

Pregnant with moisture

Until she no more could hold

And it poured.

And it poured

As abrupt,

disturbingly

maddening at

the moment.

Till the last of drop

dried of the cheeks

wetting the palms.

A release, like

the leaving breath,

in rescue of a troubled mind

and a tumultuous heart.

To lay bare a soul

To soak up as much joy

As one can behold

And it poured.