My first kiss

I was crying hard
You pressed me softly
Against the warmth of your heart
Such warmth, that made your eyes melt
And ooze love drops
Fully drenched in the wetness of sweetness
My soul’s thirst satiated
Safe and sound
I retreated into divine sleep
That was when you kissed my cheek
The first kiss of my life

You make your wife jealous of me
I am delighted by her jealousy
Because it proves, how much you love me
I am so proud of you
For being a one woman man
And I envy me
For being the second women in your life
So near to your wife
I love you dad
You are the best dad in this world

Please don’t stop me
Because I know you don’t need a reason
For saying this to me
It doesn’t happen every season
That I feel like saying this to you
I love you dad
You are the best dad in this world

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About neetuwali

Hi! I am Neetu. Who am I? This question is very difficult to answer. Well! If you insist, let me reveal. I am a human and like every other human I eat, sleep, drink, dance, sing, laugh, smile, cry and so on. Hang on! There is a difference. Unlike most of the human beings, I breathe and when I breathe, I relax. When I am relaxed, I draw. I draw sketches of me in words. I have been orbiting around sun for forty years now. I started this journey on the Valentine day of 1974. I have seen people craving for heaven and I was born in the only heaven on earth (Kashmir). My Grandfather was a spiritual personality and a renowned poet of his time. Though he left me around 35 years ago, I couldn’t let him go. I carry him in my eyes and mind and will do that till the end of my life. I hate words, yet I am full of words. I know words cannot express, yet I express me through words, because they are the only medium I am familiar with. That is why I try to express me as much as possible with as minimum words as possible. When I did Masters in business administration, I never knew, writing will be the only business in my life. More than hobby writing is a necessity for me, because it helps me get the load of thoughts off my head. I don’t remember when it that I wrote my first poem was. But I surely know the time of my last poem. Surely,not before my last breath.

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