At a snail’s pace…
My life was moving forward…
My heartbeat in sync with my body…
My dreams buried in a burned diary…
And my eyes submerged in linear kohl.
Dark clouds hovered over my city…
And sunshine was a long, forgotten dream.
And then you decide to walk in my life…
You say, you are a passing stranger…
You say, you will only stay for a while…
The perfect blizzard to drift the clouds away…
And shake me back to life.
You painted me with your colors…
Your fingers caress my skin…
Like an artist indulging in taboo cravings.
The world is watching as you stain me…
Stain my body…
Stain my soul…
And smile from a distance…
You ask me to break traditions…
You force me to rebel against norms…
You continue to breathe life into me…
Until I can no longer resist…
This new sin.
I am learning to dance all over again…
Music once again starts to make sense…
I twirl away into oblivion…
My soul vibrates from within…
An unknown rhythm takes over me…
A burning desire…
Fills my veins…
And your stain is beginning to influence me.
You say I need to go back to my words…
How can I?
There was a time…
When words flowed and all I can inscribe now are tragedies.
You ask me to put them down on paper…
And allow myself to break down and cry.
You remind me I am human.
And yes, I feel human with you.
I can permit myself to feel pain with you.
My ideal visage…
Shatters in your presence.
And I feel your dye changing me from within.
You tell me to go back to my books…
And that you will wait till I finish each chapter.
You colors are now tangled with my insides…
You are now becoming a part of me…
And I feel no shame tinted with your love.
Yes. Love.
You first stain me.
And then claim me.
Cannot forget this in a fortnight…
This unspoken promise between us…
This stain has left me wanting more…
More of what I used to be.
More of what I could be.
More of what we could be.
