To my constant, a note


I look at you, feel the blush, dripping blood

from my eyes into my cheeks

you summon a pause, stop the rush

waiting for me to act, often for weeks


Lingering fingers on special textures

truths and trials, tumble onto your layers

the delight of letting go, words form gestures

the summation of years, to contrast and compare


All your moods, your shapes, and colors

entice me as much as the boy with a broken voice

carrying shreds of you, causes my heart to flutter

you peep at me, always with a patient poise


I have witnessed the rising sun, shared my ecstasy with you

I have stared at the setting sky,  and let you heal my tears

you make me, break me, feel me in your many hues

you touch my veins and nudge me out of my fears


You have grown as I have aged, yet been my companion most

when in need to sift my thoughts, always when I am blue

a scribble, a list, a doodle, a reminder on colored posts

aging ragged edges you, or neon colored blocks you


all over my existence, a repository of my heartfelt quotes

you have been my constant; my ever beloved collection

of post it notes 












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.

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