Right here Right now

'Where are you?'
When the separation doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would, rather makes me smile thinking about reunion.
When 'not returning home' doesn't make me doubt but just worried.
When thoughts of future don't bother anymore; and happiness defines these days.
And not being loved the way I once dreamt is better than not being loved at all.
Having popcorn while watching 'Sixteen Candles' and 'Pretty Woman' isn't that bad.
Laughing together for no reason,holding hands while walking,
Resting my head on that broad,masculine shoulder,
Absorbing the melody of songs heard,
Dreaming a thousand times of being wrapped by those arms,
Running across the street into that embrace,
Lips pressed on the cheek, little blow of air while whispering in ear,
'Here...I am right here.'

Scars

'Scars make us who we are.'
Never the permanent ones;
They neither heal nor hide,
Rather attract unwanted attentions.

Whereas, the ones from repeated snapping of
Rubber-band around one's wrist or strike of 
A metal scale on the tender skin of inner thighs
Or even better belt on the  back, perfectly
Concealed and always effective,

Leaves enough welts to make known their existence,
Ruddy, swollen, thick scrapes, invisible to others;
Not over the same spot for long, though,
Getting habituated diminishes the chances of pleasures.

Few days and they are gone, cleared and healed;
To make space for new ones.
Like life does with each one of Us.
But
"We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen."