Deep in my slumber,
there lies a series of unwatched dreams
the foggy ones which didn't have a name
and the ones which didn't reach their destination
they linger deep in me, in my unconscious self
unknown to me yet they are there
to build a world of itself-
even if things keep changing,
like the waning moon
it's still beautiful to adore,
even if we face a million phases
in our story, each phase is still
worth adoring...-
April bloomed and it taught me,
how life does not bloom into poetry everyday,
sometimes the muses rushes over to you
and sometimes they stay hanging on the roofs of sentences, you fail to align into something that speaks volumes-
letting our wounds feel
too pretty when we call them
poetries, as we mix them with
the pain and our muse arranging
them in branches of words-
splitting images of each other,
while despair is mostly darker in
its aura, hope is lighter and fills the
heart with warmth that reverberates
deep inside just to leave out a soulful
song that makes you go on even if
despair clasps your hand too tight
at times
-
I took a turn against
those dangerous roads,
only to end up next to you
burning in the flame of
love as it ripened to form
the best color that imbued
onto my heart
Now,
I'm coloured in the best
colour I ever knew to exist,
it's the shade of love that's
frail at times, heightens as
I reach my lows and sparks
in my skies like the best show
of fireworks one can ever see-
and named it "us"
picked the best sentences
and verses which spells "love",
just to express how deep I'm
in this tale which is much more
than the words I chose to express-
A wistful smile crept upon his face,
as he answered gulping down the pain
of breaking down
"Just close your eyes and feel me in the air you breathe, the rain that you love to hear, the ground that you walk on and the seasons that changes around you, feel me in everything..."
...and that way he left for good-