She was all

His hands on her neck... She asks not for lust..
Against the wall...even though she stands with nothing to win
Her soul pinned, a peck on her cheek, if you must..
Her love is not just sweat rolling on glistening skin..
Neither is it the valleys of her curves inviting his resistant eyes..
Her love is that which sees the futility of it all
In his truth and his lies..
And yet, she was at his call..
She beckons, yet distance still between separates and yet unites..
Till one day, he will know that she has gone and she was all.

If wishes were dandelions...

My wishes... Like dandelions,
Some come true, most don't..
Like the seeds of the dandelions,
They fly with the wind, some sprout, some don't...

I stepped into my past...

I stepped into my past to meet my self ..
In the dark corners musty with memories,
I found her...my old young self...
There she stood, amidst all her youth's stories..
I wondered what to tell her... Should I tell her?
Slow down and savour every moment small..
That all shall end, and she shall still remember...
Believe, wait and not relent at all...
Her youth will be her treasure forever
Some wrongs, should I let her make it right..
Some sadness, some tears, should I tell her of her own power...
Some fights should I let her fight..
Some more laughter and joy, should I let her uncover..
 All these thoughts did fleetingly appear..
But dear, in the beauty of her impetuous youth..
Her impulse and her raw ability to feel love and fear..
I paused and chose not to change her youth..
Nor mine, for all her choices have taught me dear,
To me, in my wrinkled skin, to recount my feelings of my youth..
Seems like yesterday., that I was her..
I stepped back to my own memories..to soothe