#khamsamidha

[creatingnikki]

It's been a year. Did you know? A year since you saw me and I saw you. I don't mean literally. I mean in a way that matters. Why is being friends so hard? Why do I always want more? Why are you never enough? And there I have to stop myself. All three statements are false. We were friends and it was smooth and comfortable and lovely. I don't want more, I want the truth. It's not that you're not enough. It's just that I need to understand you in ways other than words. A no name relationship. Seems like I've only ever had those in my life. But when it comes to you and I, I know it's not a bad thing. It's just how we are. Us. Oori. Three languages. One heart. Not because you don't have one. But because in the moments I speak and you listen and understand and in moments you speak and I listen and understand...we are not separate. If I wanted to fictionalise this I would say...whatever souls are made of yours and mine are the same. But that's not true. And I think that's why we like each other. We like the parts in each other that we don't have. The similarities connect us on a superficial level. The differences connect us on a soulful level. I can already hear your voice in my mind saying, 'ney bajayo'. That means 'yes, that's right.' But of course you know that. You've known that and more for a year now. Time to learn new things? Time to continue being Oori in our own way?

[creatingnikki]

Reset your expectations and your ideals

Otherwise life will be cold, bitter and unforgiving

On nights it's hard to sleep, speak your heart out to me

Mine has been sending you love since I first truly saw you

No, you are not what you believe yourself to be

I understand I can't be this egotistic to be this sure but

Nights turned to mornings so easily when we were together

Even my late night snacks brought about laughter

To me you will forever be one of the least untainted connections I in this world have

Endings can't always be happy, I know that now

Enchanting as that lie is, let us live the truth of the journey

Now is all we have and of course, our room 19

[creatingnikki]

It's been a long time since I've sent an ask, and I love reading your poetry. Here are some facts about me!

I love taking pictures of the sunset, when it's still pink and just starting to darken.

I've got a small afro, and my hair's 3C.

My eyes are a dark, dark brown. I've been asked if they were black.

I walked into the park, perfectly timing the sunset this time I was determined to capture the soft pink setting sun  instead, my heart was captured by your enthusiasm and passion  for the things you find beautiful in a precious fashion. 

I have many questions to ask you  like  the last time you cried  and what kind of jokes make you first cringe and then smile  the time you felt like no one could understand you and what kind of ramen you make at midnight  but there is one question I will never ask 

I know  the colour of your eyes, I can point out the exact shade  for other than the glorious sky, your eyes are the only thing I have looked at so many times with so much love 

would you accept my invitation  to a little picnic under the cherry blossoms? and allow me to play with your hair as you shift between admiring me and the trees and let me wonder how did I ever get so lucky to know a person like you?