Things That I Wish My Heart To Understand. 

Dear Heart,

Don’t jump on seeing another soul. I know it resembles a lot like you but hold your stomping beats and let the brain focus for once. 

I know it’s been years since you yearned and jumped in joy or blushed at the thought of the other but harness your desire. 

I don’t want you to proclaim any affection for once. Brain very well knows the pain you grow through when you are injured. 

The nights are tough and the logic seems to sleep but I want you to remember one line that brain keeps on repeating. ‘Action speaks louder than words’ 

The annihilation won’t be long if you succumb so easily. Be a wolf. Don’t give in easily. Let the other show you first. Reign your swooning because it won’t be long before you declare the other as your procession. 

Oh heart, it’s simply foolish to let yourself wander in this world. Patience, dear. 

– Hema Sanghavi 

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Craves Him

She craves to be touched
But not by any of her lovers
Just him
His eyes had certain aura that made her weak for him
She wanted to see his eyes and be lost in it
The way his lips were shaped
She just wanted to kiss it and hear him moan her name
The way his lips felt on her neck gave her shivers
She longed for those soft warm lips
The hands, Oh his hands!
She blushed like beetroot at the thought!
The strong hands;
Were magic
They seemed to know what she needed
They could turn from soft to hard 
So strong yet comforting
She yearned for him
Craved just him
Because she knew that its only him now who could make her feel again
Love always,
HemaSanghavi

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You

The shine which we look for,
The beats which we want to be beat for,
The smile which changes the soul,
The soul which we search for,
The passion that clicks,
The silence which matters,
The Touch of the air changes the vibes,
You seemed to do just fine
For me you are soil,wind,water and my fire.
Love,
HemaSanghavi

Written by HemaSanghavi. Contact for any work.

Manipulation

Its subtle in his ways,
More like fingers of painters,
Words move like a con man on its prey,
Eyes twinkling to the excitement,
The innocence is wondrous to him,
Ardent to move his moves,
Calculative like a chess player,
Naivety it’s prey,
More smiles and sweet gestures,
Finally sinking his teeth and killing,
Now,
All that is left is filled stomach,
And long wailing cry of heart.

The Past

Sitting by the window sill,
Contemplating how past comes back to haunt,
To rejuvenate the wound,
Just like the way Poison feels Happy on someone’s death,
The pain slowly sweeps through the veins into the blood,
Pumping into the heart,
Ever so slowly de coding the cells,
And contaminating the muscle,
Until Finally it stops
-Hema Sanghavi