I will show you your other side if you will show me mine.

Your hair is the black magic,

Your eyes are the nebula.

Your neck is the ravine.

Your lips are the squashed strawberry.

Your skin is the Etowah rocks.

You are becoming irresistible each day and it defeats me.

You are my fulfillment and you are my restlessness.

You are why I wait and why I can’t.

You are the eternity, the immediate…..the right now.

You are the silence before and the sigh after.

The beauty, the complexity, the intensity of you occupies and rules even the most mundane chore.

And in my vulnerability, I am your greatest ruin.

I am the darkness to your light.

I am the twilight to your dawn

I am the moist to your parched.

I am the warmth to your coolness.

I am the outside of your inside.

I am the physical to your incorporeal.

I am the roots of your sky.

I will show you your other side if you will show me mine.

You are to be Conquered

If I have to woo you with my wealth.
I won't woo you with my abundance.
I will woo you with my thirst, my hunger & my greed for you.
And I will make you believe that my thirst, my hunger & my greed never ends.

If I have to woo you with flowers.
I won't woo you with roses, not red.
I would woo you with wild flowers.
And I will give you a flower that is not suggestive but blatant.

If I have to woo you with sweet.
I won't woo you with a ribbon tied assorted box of chocolates, not truffles.
I would woo you with hand full of black mounds broken straight from the mountain of cocoa.

If I have to woo you with my behaviour.
I won't woo you being a gentleman.
I would woo you being a cave man, I will hold out a fistful of wild berries broken with juice and staining my fingers deliciously.
And I will ask you to clean the reds, maroons, purples and crimsons from my fingers with your lips.

If I have to woo you with music.
I won't woo you with a compiled mixtape of romantic songs. No i won't sing to you.
I would woo you by screaming, babbling and whispering my heart out to you.
And even my silence will be loud enough to be heard by you.

If I have to woo you with poetry.
I won't woo you with quotes from Shakespeare or Ghalib.
I would woo you by writing  my love on your hand with a pen in the silence of us, broken only by our breath.
And then I will drop words into your ears, one whisper at a time.
I will push love under your skin, word by word, character by character.

I won't woo you with compliments. You are not obvious.
I won't woo you like men woo other women. Your are not other women.

You are not to be wooed. You are to be Conquered.