When I hold my pen, my love for you finds it's way through ink
I fear if I write it down I can no more fool myself that I don't miss you tonight
I've been holding it as firm as I could
I'm a patient of patience, my love
But sometimes I just want it to fall apart
So you can set my soul on fire or calm my burning soul
Hold me tight like this is the last night
Because darling, it's true that I miss you tonight-
I hear you in sounds of wind chimes you left dangling on my window
I watch you in all the leaves dancing
to the music of rain
I see you in waves, their longing for moon
In horizons where sky meets the ocean
In broken stars that mend the broken hearts
This is how I meet you, in metaphors
You're gone
All I'm left with are the metaphors-
speaking to myself as thoughts on paper are more clear to me than thoughts inside my head, I write so that I can understand myself better.
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You're always in my head, I can't escape you. I learned to escape what's around but not to escape what's within.
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Dear long distance love,
You have shone through clouds whenever they gathered over me. You caused their rain turn into rainbows. I hope I was here for you as much as you were there for me. Parting was in fate, I know we did try but they say love see's no boundaries so let's not make distance one. Let's make poems our sky, music our earth and love our own small world and as they say remedy to love is nothing but reunion!-
When my crush suggests a series and I don't like it.
Me to myself:
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Come to empty lanes of my heart someday.
You'll hear the echoes of abiding sorrow that left my heart, a deserted inn, forever!
But memories are still my best friends.
They knock at my door every now and then. Theirs is the only music that fills the voids making sure this stillness doesn't haunt me.
I wonder if you hear them too or you lost their track, way back?-