Cuddled by his love

She lives every moment in his breath, cuddled by his love

She is all alone if detached from the warmth of his arms

Never had she thought to win over her emotions for him as

Liberty from his armor of love could outbreak her too badly

But on a day she wore a dispassionate mask so deliberately

That her heart was reflecting the evidence of her adaptability

Still once in a while she loses her grasp over her mind

And her soul whispers “I am not ignoring you, never can I.

But the more I am unseen by you, the more I get used to that”

It’s just a play of a burning heart in the hunt for a balance.

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The author is a Quality Assurance professional by experience. Part Quantitative data analyst, part consultant for quality and information security practices, part software tester, she is a writer by passion and blogs at http://wordsandnotion.com and http://qualitynotion.com/.

One thought on “Cuddled by his love

  1. paulliverstravels

    December 30, 2017 at 5:48pm

    At the beginning of the poem I thought to myself that the relationship was out of balance; I was glad to read at the end you knew it, too.

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      Akhila

      January 3, 2018 at 5:57pm

      Thank you… at least our senses shouldn’t fall in the trap of unbalances..right?

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  2. thewritewomanblog

    January 2, 2018 at 8:57am

    Even in love, sometimes things and people are taken for granted. Beautifully expressed, Akhi. I read and re-read it many times. So much depth in the words, specially the lines “And her soul whispers “I am not ignoring you, never can I.

    But the more I am unseen by you, the more I get used to that”

    It’s just a play of a burning heart in the hunt for a balance”

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      Akhila

      January 3, 2018 at 5:41pm

      I am so happy niths.. we are all in hunt for that balance, right.

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