Then one day it happened
You stopped reading what I wrote
There were too many things on your mind
or you tired of turning them into paper boats
I couldn’t tell you how my poems changed
They became my conversations with you
One can speak freely to empty walls
and not fear that they would get a clue

©Reena Prasad

Love Is

Love is
your fingers tangled in my hair
a shared smile that no one else sees
a baby cheek pressing against my own
two tiny feet resting in my lap
a possessive hand tugging at me in sleep
a bright crayon portrait of me
a steamy cup of coffee not made by me
a foot rub after a long day
a packet of punjabi samosas
just when I crave for one
and you say you haven’t seen

©Reena Prasad