The time that when I spend with the inner me,
when the dust of chaos rests in the tranquil silence,
wanes like the moon, the mist of perplexity,
when I am only mine, the moment I truly live, in essence.
Foam of worries surface on the waves of thoughts hitting me hard,
like a phoenix I burn and emerge endlessly, thinking what's in my card,
dams of smiles I hold intact all day long to be pleasant,
floods my pillow with tears when sharp razor like moon light causes a dent.
The crochet of dreams I weave all day with utmost care,
nights I spend to detangle the knots caused by my fate,
trying to not lose the needles of hope and prayers,
asking him to shield me, safeguard me from my dream-slayers
This Is the time when I feel I stand in front of my creator,
to present the petals of confession and gratitude in his feet, the ultimate emperor,
when I question myself about the real worth of what I achieved as a defeater,
scaling with what I lost in the battle, my happiness, my peace, my temper.
It's the time where I let my bounded self to carelessly wander,
in the lanes of past where Chrysanthemums of my youth still didn't wither,
till the chariots of dreams ride my soul back to the roads of present,
So that rest of the night in the world of sub consciousness, can be spent.
Have you ever seen something extremely enormous? stooping down gracefully in search of the drops of solace, to fetch a kiss from it's mirror image, the heavenly gorgeous, though they can't touch each other, but they seem to embrace.
Striving since ages, they cease to forego or surrender, they agitate, sometimes in form of cyclones or quakes, sometimes as lightening or thunder, but the tales of their love are least spoken about or narrated, the mirage of their amalgamation, the skies and oceans, I fall for, is the most underrated.
Their love is pious and pure, exquisitely scenic is the illusion, to be beheld in astonishment, is their collision, their unison, painting the wall of eternity with the message of love even in distance, that can survive without the sense of touch, is only true love, in essence.
Let me narrate an interesting tale about a peacock,
the one who dwells within the Empyreal lock,
the one who has gracefully crossed the rainbow bridge,
the one who dances ecstatically when leaks the cloudy fridge.
The hues it splashes allure the dullen ashy carpet,
where fairies walk on ethereal ramp while thunders blow the trumpet,
vibrant purple and radiant green fall like perfectly articulated arcs,
rich blue with mellow yellow gets arrayed, the collusion of celestial quarks.
The unicorns that serve the angels from cloud to cloud, which slide,
hold tints and shades of variant hues on their neck, with utmost pride,
when they race with speed, coloured hair that flips and tosses,
splashing the colours like mild crimson and tangerine, the welkin glosses.
In your cloudless summer spare me a beehive for I'll hibernate in there till first rain comes giggling I'll be chanting this prayer with an army of frogs till your welkin waters my withered spring at purple nights, I'll watch your pearlish fog laughing while capering comets tuck me to sleep for cloudberries cascade in chuckling chimeras at sheeny veils of morning I'll be swirling to meet schools of gouramis at emerald rivulet ripples as daylight marries twilight I'll be their bestman bursting crimson cherry bombs while northern lights shimmer and balmy incense waft I'll invoke to the highest heaven marvelous it is, marvelous!
Singers croon me to life a bright cascade of divine bliss That excitement of Niall Horan The profound power of Aurora's kiss The delighting depth of Ashe And calm of Kuhad Bands too like Cigarettes After Sex Prevent my life from turning a mess 5SOS mornings And evenings for Lauv's songs all dark A pinch of Bruno's easy charm As Jason and Melanie bring in a lively spark! Without music to help me be full of glee What would my life sadly be? A lot dull and morose But for Little mix's hot wasabi! What'd I do without such sweet melody?The only respite from this worldly tragedy!
//And your lips are red and all the pictures that you send Wearing white or black, all leading up to when we met Truly, know that you really don't need To be in love to make love to me//
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Yearning for you.. Dreams rotating by our axis.. I do not wish to describe "my" night, But I want to describe it with you..
Yearning for you.. Since I still remember you by my side.. Beatific with you, emotions showering us.. Just like the raindrops by my window at sunset..
Longing for you.. Dreaming so much that I won't hold it back anymore.. I wish you'll set your eyes clear.. To see the ineffable emotions of mine.. Verklempt to utter anything.. Yet I know you'll still listen.. But I won't hold back And utter my words, For this moment On this second, Beyond stars, I truly.... I... Truly....... Love... You..
But.. you..? I don't... really know.. The last rays of sunset has succumbed to the night's surreal firmaments.. But.. those stars.. those milky dots in the sky.. the scars of mine.. it's as if a movie is imprinted in the faces of the night.. of a love that is light years away.. from us.. All in one movie, yet in reality, all are distanced from the ceaseless dimensions of space.
Sometimes, I wish.. that if tears were crystals, I'll keep them in a jar to show how much emotion of mine yearns for you.. Even if you left me... astray.. I still cherish those pictures of us.. Because these are a thousand times more special than gold..
Sometimes, I wish.. that even if you left me here, I wish you'll still remember me as that infinitesimal speck on the lands of Earth.. Small, yet sentimental; small, yet sempiternal.. Sobriquets of you.. written in scenes of my mind.. and displayed in the night sky as all the characters and scenarios of us..
// Sitting on my roof, dreams swirl around me, like the stars spangling forth, the transcendent constellations, and it all ends.. with a sweet, vivid aurora of a new day.. //
I still yearn for you.. Yearning for you.. and longing for you.. as that one milky speck in the night sky, beyond constellations and beyond galaxies out there, you're still there, as that one.. milky speck..
But, the sun has risen from the lairs of the horizon, and this time.. I will try moving on from now on, to the cheerful days before two became "us". But.. I'll still remember you eternally..
I love you.. My night will always be our night.. . . . . -- SUMMARY --
The beautiful night sky shows only how much the universe really contains. The one miniscule speck is a metaphor for someone who's really far away; someone who's left for certain circumstances, but still is the one speck that we really yearn and long for.
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1 | beatific - showing happiness 2 | ineffable - unable to verbally express 3 | verklempt - overcome with emotions 4 | firmament - the sky 5 | ceaseless - without limits 6 | sentimental - marked by tiresome emotion 7 | sempiternal - eternal 8 | sobriquet - a descriptive name 9 | spangle - to shoot forth bursts of light 10 | transcendent - beyond physical limits --