“Love is painful.”
“No. Love isn’t. The person you chose is. Love means joy, a contentment, a reflection that transforms you into better. True love doesn’t push you out of your originality. You don’t have to wear a mask to make someone stay.”
© Yashica Priya
The language of love between us is holy and innocent,
as long as we shower this sublime benevolence.
I’m sure going to fall for you again and again,
since you filled the void in my life with immeasurable joy.
I’m blinded by your love, and we’re bonded with fondness, truly and deeply.
I just can’t resist telling you that you’re my everything;
Of all, my genuine goodness and contentment.
To you, I give the whole of myself, because you’re the best thing I ended up with;
a blessing I never had before.
This bond will be unstoppable and uncontrollable.
You’re the sunshine that gives me light,
and the gravity that holds me tight.
I’m your constant and you’re my permanent.
We both together are perfectly awesome.
My desires are very little, yet so strong;
Love me. Love me endlessly!
I’m incomplete without you.
Thank you for being the classic art of loyalty.
Your love proved that there’s a little piece of heaven on Earth.
My real zone of honest happiness,
I love you BEYOND THE END.
With abundance of Love, Joy, and Peace,
© Mrs. Yashica Priya. ❤️
There is a city, deep inside my heart and in corner of my imagination.
It’s a beautiful place with colourful street light, and pink roads.
Our home is a little stone house,
with cute wooden furnitures and ceramic culinary sets.
Painted in the theme of black and white colours.
We have curtains of solid silver and black metallic balls,
which make happy sounds whenever we slide it across.
There’s a little pond with colourful fishes and two beautiful crotons.
It was a perfect evening to take a walk to the city’s beautiful market.
Little kittens and puppies running around the street corners,
with a layer of rain water covering the land,
and the Love of my life beside me.
A small hut and a old lady selling raw mangoes and amla,
we sprinkle some paprika and salt on it, to give our taste buds a high spice.
Other corner had a man grilling hot chicken tandoori.
Meanwhile, our floral transparent umbrella dripping rain water on the sides,
touching the waist and thighs.
I look above and see the nature spilling it’s blessing on us.
The road looks empty,
just with us and few people taking their way to reach home,
and two sparrows searching for a shelter.
My hair clutch was sliding down, and his watch dial covered with droplets of rain water.
With calmness around, no unnecessary volumes of anything, and his hand holding mine,
we look at each other with undefined smile and love.
There’s no secret in the city,
neither in our hearts.
We converse about all the things we see on the lane, and speak out all the words from heart.
On reaching home, I take my way to the kitchen to prepare his favourite Elachi Ginger Tea.
I pour it in a mud cup, reach him to the balcony, sit on the cushion sofa, and admire rain water dripping down through the roof.
No hiding, no magic, no lies,
but to hold hands, stay around, pull waist, talk about life, and smile together.
An Imaginary City of Love and Togetherness. ♥️
© Yashica Priya