Soulmates
Updated: Jul 12, 2021
This series is dedicated to a pull, a thought, a moment, a note, a spark, a love.. a soulmate.
Words we know, experiences we have lived, moments we have forgotten to smiles we have lost and sweethearts we have found. This series is dedicated to a soulmate, a friend, a stranger.
S1: Two Souls
Two peas in a pod,
his smile, her eyes, them entangled cords.
Her persistence, his resistance
Their togetherness, but oh, their distance!
Warm evening cocos to night whisky rounds,
Utter purity of their feelings and love so profound.
Mutual gaze and pupils dilated,
They are home to each other, alas!
Some outer acceptance awaited..
Maybe it's nothing, or maybe they are bound by the red thread of fate,
maybe he'll love her..
maybe she'll forget him..
maybe, they are soulmates.
- MK
S2: A Day, A Lifetime
A day in his life, a lifetime to her
Staring into each others eyes..
let them distances blur!
Easy conversations and their raw blatant honesty,
Soulful charm, the allure, their drawing power and obvious chemistry,
She is fierce as fire and he flows like water..
together their passion, darkness, intensity finds a chaotic order.
She is his first breath and he's her last,
Irks them nerves, challenges and drives the other to possibilities so vast.
Friction between them yet that bond and vibes so strong,
One hymns a little, another minute they are in chorus of some old song.
Two young hearts running wild scared of making mistakes,
If someone can translate to them the meaning of Soulmates...
- MK
S3: Quarter Past Eight
She glows different in his presence,
their togetherness is a strange essence.
plugged into each others empty space,
unfolding their desires, oh! their heartbeats race.
Wait to when them lips meet,
years later amid a Paris Street.
odds of being us, and this desire crawling under my skin
walking towards each other, is this feeling akin?
time will lure them and love will guide,
journey of being together, maybe their longest ride.
one day, years later, for a dinner around quarter past eight,
He will tuck her hair behind to whisper soulmate.
- MK
S4: Gazing through the Tate
This was it, infinite, indefinite, indestructible kind of love
always beside you, oh that feeling to rise above.
It felt like summer on a beach,
like a fine Rose with side of peach.
only love begets love, they say
kindred souls wander across the bay.
Are we waiting for an epiphany,
to give into an unparalleled bee's knee?
when it ignites the fire within and words become your art,
do you ever wonder how we managed apart?
One day, we will stumble upon each other while gazing through the Tate,
hope the art of survival taught us, we are soulmates.
- MK
S5: No more so wise
She put her walls up and walked towards him,
he put his smile on, she believed she could swim.
She had her heart gone,
her oddity and passion, how he was drawn!
Couple of hours, a few cheers and their eyes..
two young hearts, no more so wise..
Ease, comfort, rarity of impeccable bond..
Like life just waved at them its magic wand.
Their words outspoken and lives shared,
destiny's hand to getting them paired.
First drizzle of monsoon on their first date,
even god's have blessed them, maybe just maybe, they are soulmates.
- MK
S6: If they became
Years went by and life happened,
Hazy picture of an us, oh, the things we imagined!
One day, few words and it all came gushing,
hot chocolates, grocery shopping and that distance so crushing.
One look and her eyes found a purpose,
he stood still, awaiting a hug, a perfect truss.
Night went by and words fell short,
Even dreams couldn't create such feelings as default.
It was all still the same,
their magic was together, if they became.
To her the wait is overwhelming, maybe it's already too late,
To him maybe he is learning she is home, that maybe she is his soulmate.
- MK
S7: Past Glory, New Story
Her heart is filled to the brim,
He says some days we are like a story in the film,
Offbeat, upbeat, demanding and keen,
he consumes her and himself acts no less than a queen.
Dramatic, quirky, witty and wild,
she drives him and acts no less than a child.
They have a pull on each other,
meant to be, birds of a feather.
Amid their feelings, life behests,
His heart is in the grey and hers a bit offset.
They are each other's calm with no regrets,
Now turning pages with others and watching new sunsets.
Courage, dear heart, for it's time to write a new story,
Maybe refreshing pages won't remind of a past glory.
His thoughts still make her smile, almost again to hope and wait..
Who knows she slides into his thoughts too and reminds him they are soulmates.
- MK
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