a loving skirmish


NaPoWriMo 2017


Today, my love  

I write to get provocative, just for the sake of it

Reminiscence can write a good story, moreover, it is cathartic

A little healthy skirmish, therefore with a few questions from me

Maybe we have a winner or maybe we conclude it is about you and me together

And the habit we have become!

Being away not apart

Us, nursing the ache distance brought

I have heard however

That there is always

One with too much love

You who lived those lonely nights?

Or me who walked the solitary days?

You who kindled my absence with your songs?

Or me who wrote your presence with my melodies? Y

ou who believed destiny would bring us together?

Or me who convinced myself that we never were really apart?

You who cared so much that nothing else mattered?

Or me who consumed into the days so I could encapsulate what mattered the most in my nights?

You who nurtured my spirit even from miles and mountains away?

Or me who pushed every limit – ensuring the physical fatigue stayed an edge ahead of emotional languor?

You who sustained home, what we had created together, the precious status quo, while I explored, experimented with the new?

Or me who combated the schism of whether I was deserting too much for too little?

You who held my heart in safe keeping as I ventured around?

Or me who bore the gaping hole in my heart where I felt your absence?

You who changed your course so you could be my navigator?

Or me who held tight at the wheel, harnessing the years of companionship as fuel?

You who laughed, when I cried because I could not be angry with you?

Or me, who cried at your attempts to make me laugh?

You who made giving up significant aspects of your life so matter of fact, conclusive?

Or me who so dexterously took to the air every day because you were the wind beneath my wings?


Send me in response your strength

If there is a winner for too much love

Don’t tell me who

Just let me believe it is you

Post Script

Tomorrow is your turn

I really wish to go sky diving when I can have you



Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

One thought on “a loving skirmish

  1. A skirmish which every one in love longs to have but very few can give words to same
    You are indeed a magician with words
    Proud of you


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