When nobody else is home, hold my hand …
And it all started that way
And it all started that way
in secret
inside the dark
when no one was around
when no one could see.
Those beautiful promises,
that deep ‘forever’ tone
all, away from the world’s eye
and no one should know.
A rare bond of love,
Strong as the morning Sunrise
but to be hidden as a nasty family secret;
A relation vibrant as rainbow
but like those kitchen cockroaches
that hide in every nook and corner of the drawer and the drain
and scurry out powerfully in the darkness of the night.
We collected each other’s shoulders, knees, palms, eyelashes;
In those fleeting moments
we collected them and tried to build an orchid
in which we tried to grow in,
molding each other, like an ivy wrapping
but there was no Sun-ray, it was already the dusk;
so, we could never fit in like that unsolved jigsaw .
And people say love is beautiful. It is divine. It's the truth!
Strange! 
