Sweet Nothings | Nupur Jain

I haven’t seen 
Your wispy hair 
Say no 
When I ask you 
To nuzzle close 
To the screen 
So that I can plant 
A kiss
On top of your head 
As you walk 
In the snow 

It’s too cold for you to do that. 
So you talk 
Today’s weather to me. 

I haven’t heard 
Your mouth call me honeysuckle 
Ever since 
We first spoke 
Some three years ago 
You called 
And told me 
The truth about me 
You had said 
To tease me 
Out of me 

I have no clue why you don’t do that.
Sometimes, more often. 
So we speak about the maple leaves every day. 

Can I be 
Your part wish?
Full dream, a buzzing bee
Fairy lights 
Strung up
On your wrist
That you carry around 
In the flurry 
Of life 
My head has started wanting 
These wonderful things now

I dare not ask you if you want me too
This way, no other 
So we chat about work for 45 minutes like we eat food every couple of hours. 

I so whisper wish I could see you (Once again)
Tonight 
After hours
And ask you
To be mine
Aloud. 

Nupur has an M.Phil. in Politics with a specialization in International Relations from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi. She has published poetry, essays, short fiction and articles in various online magazines in India. She is currently writing a novella.