I Make Love to Me1 min read

Posted by Joonak Konwar | Jul 11, 2017 | Poetry |

I make love to me……

I caress my dried scars with the slightest touch,

Slowly and softly!

I kiss my remnant feelings and let them arouse.

I try grasping hard……… Really hard!

I try grasping the black patches in my soul and bring them out,

And hear them lament their story of sterile rove.

I blow them with my brightest light to let them glow even within their dark.

Yes! I end up wet……I wet my pair of eyes!

As the memories from rust and the fears inches inside my mind,

I cringe, I scream in a pitch very high.

Reaching the peak of pain and utmost stir,

I collapse in the softest bed of memory stack,

waiting for sleep to cuddle me up……waiting for the wind to softly whisper the sweetest lie.

In guilt of self-indulge do I need to sigh?

Or I keep making love to me…….emboldening my every desire?

About The Author

Joonak Konwar

Joonak, a girl with unparalleled imagination. Graduated from Dibrugarh University, Assam in Petroleum Technology. Presently working as an Associate Consultant at Halliburton, Noida. She has a peaceful postlude to the chaos and intricacies that she finds in her life. She often writes for popular news site like TOI and others. She has that depth in writing you always want to see in an author. She is vibrant and person you would never forget once you happen to meet her. She contributes to the platform of Thousand Miles officially.