Her Thoughts Are a Playlist

Her thoughts are a playlist,

spinning inside a jukebox called my mind.

each memory a coin I keep dropping in

just to hear her again.

Every time my heart leans closer,

it searches for her songs

like old tracks I was never meant to own

but still replay in silence.

I wanted to build a house inside her mind,

not of walls, but of devotion,

to live on the rhythm of her lips,

to exist in the lines of her stories

and finally rest in her heart.

I was intimate with her,

not in touch, but in truth,

I opened my pages like a soft paper,

inked with vulnerable parts,

hoping she would read me gently, not to judge.

She was my favorite book,

and I read her like a ritual,

trying to know her meaning

turning each page with care,

but some chapters would not open,

hidden, folded, unread.

She will never know

the thoughts I have about her,

whole galaxies I keep folded within.

And sometimes I think

it is safer that way,

to let them stay unspoken,

like songs no one ever presses ‘play on’.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.