Do you really think? Kids ... stuck on trigonometry questions, will know what "LOVE" actually feels like ?
I still remember being with him was never a bliss :) .. But umm ..still felt good!
Ringing the bells of other's homes and running away like those naughty kids . Making fun of those "Love Birds" in our class! Fighting for that last piece of momo! (which always used to fall down from his clumsy hands ) Procrastinating all day long ; Binge watching dragon ball z and shamelessly doing our homework in that messy school bus!
Ahh! We never grew up! Or maybe we never wanted to ! We were perfect the way we were! Silly Stupid Clumsy & Messy ! . . .
Nope! I dont miss him Ig ! Yes I don't !
But sometimes I just feel like asking him " Can we just go back? " "Can we just do ' all that shit we did' again? But this time! I 'll make sure to paint your cheeks red..I swear ! " ~~ Enough of lying! I don't love you stupid!
The final grains of sand trickle down the hourglass and the clock strikes 12 as the entire world erupts into an era of silence.
2021. The year of the pandemic. The year of self-discovery. The year when natural selection decided to wreck everyone's life apart. The year when they fell in love. Romanticizing everything is something that was obsessive to me by nature. It was only natural that I romanticized them. Sanitizers and rainy weather with hot turmeric lattés with a sprinkle of love and spice. And amidst this my mind still trips over your open shoelaces
And goes, “Oh hey, I love you”
It decides to romanticise you, your love and my heart,
And ends up breaking into cotton candy pieces;
For the fear of losing you.
But then you point up to the clouds,
And to the little tattoo on my wrist and say, “Hey you love clouds so much you got them tattooed on the same place you used to slit your wrists”
And, that “Can I kiss it? ; enough to make my cheeks red.
Because you make me feel so alive.
I see you crying and ask you if we can hold hands on Jupiter,
And the most beautiful smile graces your face.
As your eyes drip poison and I think to myself
“When will you leave?”
But then you stare at me a little longer than necessary and I simply unravel before your existence.
I used to think that love was dancing under the rain
But you took that concept away and threw it off the highest cliff,
Because when it came to you,
Love was sinning in pools filled with molten rubies
And rooftop hopping under meteor showers;
It was tapping my feet to the rhythm of the thunderstorm raging outside
And the paper planes with poetry scribbled on top,
Thrown to the other side of the room.
Love with you was romanticizing life to such extremes where I felt we achieved nirvana,
And everyone looked at us like we were dead souls meant for redemption,
But really, all we were,
Were swirling energies filled with a love otherworldly.
But then again what do I know what love is like when I’ve never even met you.
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More often, I fall for the innocence of clear skies than the painted sunrises and sunsets. I tread my hand towards the blueness while painting my hand with the brushes of white tulips and pink lilies. They perch on the stillness of the blue welkin and refrain the melody of winters and snowflakes; I name them as poetries who unfold the craziness of my twenties and I become high on clear skies again and again to sketch my parables blue.
Often I love black pansies of my balcony who nod their anthers with the breezes of summer and their lavish petals never scare to show their dark side to the world. Those innocuous sepals holding the hearts of ovaries, they show how to bloom with the inky pudding and the summer notarizes their sinless and never-terrified stance with its arbours and my poetries bellow under the mists of black.
And then I love to wear the anklets of my grandmother, they're heavy and they tingle with their unstable surfs ; which make me happy in a late night while everyone dreams in their silences. The womanhood of mine roars within the hums of katydids and cimmerian nights look more rebellious with the melody of my muliebrity and they jingle with the gusts of August raindrops and sturgeon moon waits for my silken stories.
Wearing that anklet, I put a black pansy on my left ear and murmur a song of 90s with some wrong lyrics and incorrect scales, I stand under the clear skies of December to syllabify myself within the saucers of happiness. I forget that I'm a poet, and I want to become a poetry and bloom near someone's elflocks of diary.
How can I take off my eyes from your luminous face? Because I see my Creator through you I long to have your sight, my spiritual master & cause in your countenance I see the almighty.. My mystical love for you is a unique Affliction No physician has the cure for it But you' You're the only remedy for my agony ----------------------------------------------------Uncontested I remain even though I look at you endlessly ---------------------------------------------------- I long to keep looking at you unendingly If my Beloved is not before me, then the prayer offered is a wasteTo see your refulgent face is like a Pilgrimage to me And to keep looking at the glowing sight Is my prayer? -----------------------------------------------You airs and graces overwhelm me. Do not veil your face Let me, the deprived, have your sight Today I want to see you to my heart's content Unveil yourself and sit before me Your visit is casual, for God's sake Stay Let's open our heart to each otherI've cried so much that no tears are left Even the count of the stars has Exhausted Let someone go and ask him why he has stopped visiting me? 0 graceful, come to me, I feel like exchanging glances with you Come with your dazzling beauty I like to prostrate before you I feel like dying today I'll pray for your beauty to be everlasting if you throw a glance at me I'll be fulfilled If I meet my beloved I'll sing at his feet because in him I see God..