DECEMBER

It’s the 17th of December, 6:05 pm,

exactly two months since I last wrote to you.

Have you ever yearned for something

that wasn’t even yours to begin with?

Because I know I have been lost, since so 

long, in something, in you?

The leaves of autumn have fallen dead, and

here I am wanting to have an orange with you.

This winter, it tells me, to finally stand up to you

and tell you that I am so much in love with you.

Its like even the ghost in my closet,

is screaming to let it all out. 

But it’s you we are talking about, 

in front whom I am nothing but an idle candle,

burning in its own flame, and 

standing still nevertheless.

My heart skips a beat and my world stops

as my gaze takes in the sight of her stunning form,

clad in her kurti and a dupatta.

My eyes flicker my heart flutters,

as I gaze upon the goddess of perfection.

But it’s December, the month of letting go.

December holds so much,

the end of best times, and

closure for all that was lost.

A month so hopeful, yet

carries heaviness in its frost.

Maybe this time, I’ll say it all too.

On Christmas’ eve, I’ll meet you at the golden hour,

standing hopefully, you’ll be in my sight, 

and, I’ll give you the yellow flower.

Then? i’ll leave it to december

to teach me that new beginnings,

don’t really require new calendars. 

Because I know, it’s always you.

I’ll spend my eternity, in 

perfecting the subtle art of loving you. 

Today, tomorrow and the day after,

every bit of my love, will be about you.

-aadi.