The colour of my hair that you ran your fingers through
And clutched and pulled back and
As our legs twirled under sheets stained by first time pleasures
While we navigated through uncharted territory
Discovering hidden treasures;
When my eyes closed as your breath traced my curves and
Perhaps a screech from the wooden sides of the bed
Interrupting our moment of ecstatic silence;
Your eyes when I looked into them and
Saw my reflection in the mirror within, unlike any other
Portrait of myself I had ever seen before;
Raw, exposed, imperfect, in love;
The curvature of your body against mine
As we fitted like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle,
Meant to be that way, maybe not forever,
But, at least for now,
Dreamless slumber,
Palms of my hands that clip your shoulders to my head,
Time running as time does or a tad bit faster,
If only I could trap it in a jar for this once
And keep for a lifetime, this moment;
Insatiated hunger and unfulfilled dreams
And lost passion and misinformed hatred
And unrequited love;
The thunderstorm’s madness,
The serenity of the night;
The insides of my being and the ramblings of my mind;
The shade of my feet, and the road beneath it,
The immediate and the late, the lost and the forgotten,
The notoriety of fate;

Kaushambi Bagchi

Kaushambi Bagchi is a resident of Gurgaon, an economics researcher and aspiring writer.