hold with care
treasure with warmth
on a bed rock of trust
&  yet sometimes 
nothing is enough
& you don't know why
the gloomy sky
the empty rooms
its not just about desire
its everything that you share
details about  struggles
minutes about feelings 
tiny things 
small stories
packets of belonginess
talks about the mundane
gossips about the special
you miss it all
did it matter
does it matter
chaos within
but then
you appear
from nowhere
hold my hand
& I hold it back
cos I wanna know all
everything that you feel
whether at ease
or not at all;
delicate bonds
strengthen 
only when you 
share it all...


Love,
Chinmayee