This is how it feels

So this is how it feels to have You sleep on my chest for hours as I look at You.
The strands of hair
That I wrap around my finger.
Where does Your tenderness come from?

This is how it feels to have You breathe on my face and to enjoy Your warmth.
The slow flutter of the eyelashes
As you mutter nothings in your sleep.
Where does Your innocence come from?

So this is how it feels to have the weight of Your head on my shoulders.
The look Your eyes give
When You glance at me.
Where does Your loving come from?

-Vinaykrishnan.

This Wait

The knowing that comes
Famished and sun-burnt,
Like charcoal embers,
How it deprives and drives.
To know that I am with You,
And yet to have to spend moments unnecessarily away from You.
I'd like to think
Maybe it's not unnecessary.

But like the moves in chess, all cumulative, all combining, all that suspense coming together,
To that grand checkmate at the end,
Maybe
Even this wait
Is Necessary.

- Vinaykrishnan.