You and Me

       When the moon is mellow on your skin, when the cicadas scream,

       And the weather is damp and warm with small sweat droplets on your skin,

Then let's talk about us, shall we? You and me;

Of not so humble beginnings

Of annoyed sighs, of scorching glances

Of eye rolls and sneers and of scalding comments

Of frequent encounters that better not be destiny playing the strings

Of unpleasant small talks that could not be avoided.

 Let's talk about the day things started to change,

Let's talk about us, shall we? You and me;

Of shy glances, and whispered words

Of smiles that wrinkled the sides of eyes

Of dates and shots, of mind- tricks and desires

Of days when you are all I think

Of co-incidences murmured as fates

Of declared obsession, and professed infatuation

Let's talk about today, shall we?

The crimson smear on your skin, your broken fingers and nails,

The stain of red on your carpet and the scarlet pool by your cold feet

The sound of rain against the last whisper of your breath

The last flutter of eyelids, and the musing of my bloodied hands on your hair

And the reminiscent of hope in your empty eyes

What? Didn't you ask about us? About you and me?

Were you wishing for a love story, where I bleed for you?

How typical!

It's a story about you and me, Of unresolved emotions and menacing demons.