Reasons To Live Through The Apocalypse

By Chaitra Ramalingegowda

A favorite romance novel,

with the improbable yet satisfying happy ending;

a poem that visits unexpectedly, 

after an incredibly long hiatus;

a song that touches the soul

with words that are a balm;

a memory so dear,

whose worn edges no longer cut;

a sunset that paints the sky 

with shades of melancholy.

A kiss that lingers on the skin,

leaving behind a phantom tingle;

a hug so tight,

that two sets of heartbeats sync;

a finger tracing unseen patterns,

leaving behind a trail of goosebumps;

a smile that morphs an ordinary face 

into one that is beloved and cherished;

a laugh so loud 

that turns into an indelicate snort.

A diary that holds sadness 

as much as hope and desires;

a keepsake from a long-lost friend,

that brings wistfulness as much as smiles;

a string of twinkling fairy lights

that add magic to a mundane night;

a worn letter with words 

that bring succor as much as tears;

a sunrise that heralds things anew,

and breathes hope into life.

A night spent talking about

everything and nothing, all at once;

a cuddle that lets breaths mingle

and limbs tangle;

a life that is as simple as it is complicated,

that revels in the ordinary,

making it extraordinary in its own right;

a love that transcends boundaries, 

that whispers sweet nothings, 

even as the world ends.

By Chaitra Ramalingegowda