Let me embrace you And melt the glaciers in you with my warmth Sing you songs I orchestrate with the birds and trees Dance with you as humid wind blows Cry a little as rain sprinkles Smell the petrichor that lingers While feeling the sun kissing your skin just like the first time Draw hopscotch on pavement And laugh 'cause it's awfully done Hear the subtle waves crashing against your feet Feel the soft sand As you follow the shallow footprints on the shore by some strangers...
Let me sneak into your season And I'd invite Spring to bloom daisies for you Frostbites might take away my colors for a while But I'd never regret losing hues if it would help you feel alive even once.
I never intended this to be about you But you fit every poem and prose that I write My allegory lies within my gestures, stares and smiles And I hope you wouldn't read between the lines 'Cause I'd rather be an empty letter in your word, Than be a sinner due to love.
The things I've said and the things I left unsaid The things I've done and the things I shouldn't have The memories we had, good and bad... They're all over my head As I hold your hand for the last time The warmth poked my heart I couldn't stop crying, realizing this is the end of us. What's more painful than seeing your sad eyes bidding farewell to mine. I don't know how to handle the pain our hearts is bearing No third party involved and that hurts even more Knowing the problem is within us and our love isn't enough to keep us together.
I don't wanna lose you, But I don't wanna lose myself either. Letting go of each other's hand is the toughest thing to do.
Raindrops on my palm and i whisper love in August through the birthday gift from heaven when my windowpanes chuckle with hide-and-seek between clouds and the sturgeon moon ; and not so far away from home, autumn perches on the bamboo trees and peels oranges while kissing my marmalade scarf given by my ex-lover.
Bluejays chirp on my balcony and silent crows on telephone wires tired gold fishes from my aquarium some barking dogs from the butcher shop and cows swallow the filthy polythene while two cornbreads on my tiny plate with a glass of watermelon juice in a scorching summer morn ;
An orphan struggles to find a home and a mother cat fights with a male cat to make her all kittens alive and healthy some helpless birds in a stormy night and many broken domiciles and i, sitting on the couch holding a bowl of popcorn watch movies on a friday night.
Solitude in someone's lunch bowl and someone gnaws endurance for survival someone screams on a deserted lane and someone cooks silence for dinner and i, again ween to wear the anklet from my late grandmother which is stringed by the metaphors, syllables, allegories and parables.
Summer comes to me with the fragrance of chamelis and raindrops giggle on my toes snowflakes tiptoe on my poetries while i cook love with the chirping of springing spring ; there are many on my demijohn uncountable and incalculable for which I'm grateful for.
Winter and falling snow were never as cold as your gaze. The sound of you walking away still haunts me late at night. Why did you lure me on that crimson evening? Was it envy or was it lust?
My sore ankles sink in the sand, I'm a stranded whale yearning for the sea. Left burning, left alone to die before the crashing waves. Will I turn into foam?
Walking back the wind plays with my hair. The salty marine scent carries away our faded memories. My heels hit the pavement over and over creating a melody to follow me home.
Empty rooms, full boxes, dim light, and dark corners. These are only naked walls, stripped away from warmth and love. Only a piano stands in the living room hoping for you to come back, and maybe colors will return to our lives.
When great souls die, dreaming of stars Incarnating their starlight in cosmos Flowing beats, harmony in fallen zephyr Dusk seems quieter, painted crimson sky Mourning sparrows, symphonies of battles Devils raining tears, torrential downpour While angels stitch wings with mementos Seldom masquerades by doleful nights, Slumber lost to all believers Albeit cocoon of their creations remain Turning into butterflies of memories Inspiring felicity in tomorrows Embers ignited, ashes forming rebirths Every fragment aches to relay munificence Greats souls die only to be born again, On repeat, prevailing upon the universe Thriving thoroughly along timelines Watering cicatrix, blooming flowers And when i read through their tapestries Stories feel utopian, an unbridled obsession Making me deeply wonder Do their ashes lay a rebirth too?