let me remain old, in my ways

i. oh how i can imagine, it’s her birthday. but oh i do not wish for myself, to merely text her; for oh i’d rather wait, until i meet her later that day, and wish her in person.

for oh i wish to feel her close, as i’d say it.
for oh i wish to see her, when i’d say it.
for oh i wish to hug her, as i’d say it.
for oh i wish to cover her in kisses, as i’d say it.

and oh until i do, all this; wishing her would feel just incomplete.

ii. oh i do not mind those gift shops, my love; but i would rather make you a card myself.
for oh as i close my eyes, and imagine, as to how beautiful of a moment it would really be, when oh i’d surprise you w it, oh i can’t help but smile.

two chart papers.
a few pictures of you and us.
sweet nothings.

all scribbled in one, in a way so fitting, as if this was something, my love; that was just destined to be.

oh such is the beauty, that lies in anything; handmade.

iii. oh my love, i do not mind, texting; but oh can we; exchange letters from time to time.

oh let us talk, my love
let us converse,
verse by verse,
filling these pages,
with the happenings to us
as if we were right,
each other.

iv. oh i do not mind those airplanes or oh those long drives, my love; but sometimes, all i want is to hold your hand, and walk through these streets

v. oh my love, i do not mind staying at home; after oh a tiring day at work, but oh can we go for ice cream, late at night; only to then find a place, for us to lay;

somewhere in the open, underneath a crescent moon, holding conversations, while i slowly caress you to sleep, only to oh my love, then carry you smiling in my arms back to our home, wherein i’d snuggle you to sleep.

vi. oh my love, why don’t we ditch our friends to the club, and find ourselves a terrace, wherein you can sit on my lap;
whilst looking straight into my eyes, while i play you a few tunes on my guitar

vii. oh my love, i know you can eat by yourself, but oh would it be too much to ask, if i were to feed you, while oh you’d sit on my lap, just because i felt like it

viii. oh my love, i know you’re shy, and oh so am i, but oh do not mind me, if oh i end up kissing you a lil too much, just because i missed you, only to turn red, just after

ix. oh my love, i know you’re not good w compliments, but oh i can’t seem to help but express, as to how beautiful, does your eyes feel, every time you smile

x. oh my love, i know you don’t like rain as much, but oh i’d like us for us to not waste our time, at home; when it’d be pouring outside

oh hold my hand, my love; and walk w me, when it’s raining the heaviest

oh invite me, and kiss me for the longest you’ve; while all our worries get washed away

oh my love, forget everything, and be your most childish self, while we play tag and dance, in this rain

and oh how really beautiful, does it all feel, my love?

let me remain old, in my ways, darling; for oh when it comes to love and oh all that it branches to, such is the way i express, myself.

and i’d do it, no other.

with love.

PS: it's raining quite a lot in Delhi and i'm absolutely loving it.


  1. Midian Poet · 15 Days Ago

    PS:Beautiful poem…and there, in Czech, raining too…. and im loving too:)…its best times for poetry…for the dark in us…too.

    Liked by 2 people

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  3. LAMarcom · 15 Days Ago

    A very interesting and intimately passionate post.
    I like the way you have structured it.
    Great job.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. theweesmirk · 15 Days Ago

    Gorgeous lines, what a piece!

    Liked by 2 people

  5. leekingsmillblog · 15 Days Ago

    You speak to so many of the memories that sustain me. I always made him homemade cards, and he kept every one. Thank you again.

    Liked by 2 people

  6. silverapplequeen · 15 Days Ago

    Reblogged this on silverapplequeen and commented:
    love this poem

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Eleanor Lorene Lowe · 15 Days Ago

    Beautiful and brilliant! I wish it was raining here in the American South, I’m jealous!

    Liked by 3 people

  8. Poetry Fluff · 14 Days Ago

    You are a true romantic.

    Liked by 2 people

  9. peachberman · 11 Days Ago

    Gorgeous piece. Evocative. I’m impressed that you can play guitar with a lover sitting on your lap! 😁

    Liked by 1 person

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