Things we should start romanticizing
• rainfall - the blue summer sky making up her mind/you riding your bike from your university to your dorm/wind in your hair, you smile as it plants kisses on your cheek/there has been always something bittersweet about the winds before rainfalls - they always remind you of moments which you die to cling on to, but they slip away from your fingers/you hurry as the sky turns dark/ a few little drops tap on your shoulder as you pedal faster/either slipping away with those memories or dreading to get your library books drenched in the rain but you are happy that you finally reached your dorm/ the rain get heavy as you race up the stairs/a set of keys jingle as you unlock the door/ the smell of the moist Earth enfolds you/an hour later you hold your warm coffee mug in against your cold palm as you sit on your couch/ your plants sit happily on your window pane while your cat purrs softly under your blanket/ it's the little things that makes life beautiful.
• making tea - winter sunbeams laced with goodbyes gaze over your shoulder/ you sit on the floor of your balcony watching the birds return to their homes/ there is a knock on the door soon/ you smile know that it is your lover coming back home from a really long day/ he sits by the kitchen table, playing with your cat/ walking into the kitchen you greet him with a soft kiss on his cheek as the town clock sings it's 6 p.m. song/smiling to yourself you warm up the water on the stove/ the lavender flavoured tea leaves lingers around your kitchen/someone told you once how they associated lavenders with loneliness/but right now as you look around, all you can see is tufts of love and laughter clinging onto every corner of your little apartment/ you pour the tea to your little ceramic tea cups/ soft acoustics play on the radio as you sit with your lover/ the noises of the city suddenly seem so distant/ you are here, you are loved, you are holding on to hope - this is enough.
• journaling - the leather end if your journal pressed against your velvet blanket/another sunset ended on a bright note/the first signs of spring smiles through the fresh cheery blossom buds that bloom gracefully next to your house/ you decide to write about everything that made you smile today/ that kind stranger who gave you a flower/that old lady at the park who said your dress was pretty/those little kids you saw playing with the old man who lives down the street/ your neighbour's little puppy/the fountain of wrinkles by the corner of your best friend's eyes as she smiles on your little ice-cream date/the sound of your sister's laughter upon face-time this morning/you pen down words laced with beauty at its rarest form and wish to be atleast a little pretty like your words - unknown to the fact that you are much more prettier than all those metaphors that crosses your way.
• overthinking - the satin sheets enfold around your fading silhouette/phases of the moon which keeps your secrets/that piece of paper where you scribbled all the reasons why you fell in love with your best friend/ that same piece of paper which now serves as your ashtray/the scarf of your college girlfriend, which she left on your nightstand three winters back/ your coffee stained old white tee that you sleep in every night/ you have come across many endings - some are beautiful, some are not, some are bittersweet, while some leaves you numb/yet you refuse to let go of your past and let them play on your head like the residues of your favorite lullaby/ all you need to know that life is more than just the three songs you play on repeat/ for darling you are worth every sunrise. you are worth every grey sky.
• yourself - loose beige shirts tucked in checkered trousers/ loose curls of your hair falling softly on your shoulders/ altering colours of the November sky and you falling in love with yourself in every moment in between/ that windchime which hangs by your window pane/that blue journal where you wrote poems for your high school sweetheart/ the smell of roasted coffee and train rides to art galleries with your lover/the smell of oranges making you smile as you sit by the riverside watching the sunset/candlelight dinners and your black silk dress/ walking hand in hand with your date down the rain washed streets/ your soft yellow blanket and the mixtape your best friend made for you/ humming to your cat as she falls asleep on your lap/ you have made it through another day and i am so proud of you.
Copyright © Bidisha P. Kashyap | Year Posted 2020
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