61. ||TORNADOES||

I wonder what I would do if

We met again.

More so

What would I say?

I would probably lose myself.

Lose myself in a sea of thoughts

A tornado of emotions

And I will not know which one to express first

And prioritise.

I would drown in an ocean, Krishna

You would probably think

I'm not sane anymore.

Each day I wake up

And cradle a new hope

That you would reach out to me.

But that's unrealistic;

The duties you have to perform

Are far more important.

I appreciate that.

I've always been understanding.

It might sound stupid

But it's better

This way.

This missing you

And pouring my heart to out to you

Bit by bit

Slowly, gracefully

Through my poetry

I know you read.

You were never the poet

But I hope you get my metaphors.

I've come a long way, Krishna

But I will always value

Expression.