Unborn

Isn't it funny
how words unshaped
seem to have power
so that what you actually mean
you don't utter
you censor yourself into nothingness
till you disappear
or not...

Threads of life

Isn’t that what we ultimately dream, desire, breathe for
Your gaze grazing my skin like chalk on tar
My breath kissing your neck from across the avenue
Your words holding my heartbeat
My sighs threading through your hair
Your emotions keeping me warm
The gestures the utterances, forming epic story of our lives
Grand, majestic, totally selfless and utterly selfish
Our souls in sensual serendipity
Never conceiving of tomorrow without the other
web of dreams
This Love

thoughts

You stroll the labyrinth of my mind, taking your time,

as though what we once had was forever. Slowly caressing my unspoken desires,

unshaped dreams you reside.

Lessons Unintended

Image by H. Strand


You taught me many things, but not the lessons you intended to teach
In your inability to give, I learnt to put myself first even if it hurts another
The lack of compassion, empathy and emotion, I’ve learnt temperance
Your heightened sensitivity’s taught me to be clearer and be aware of my words
 Those and other more loving lessons have made me better version of myself
 

Dying Star

When the love you have can no longer exist

Yet it expands as it always has and will – infinite and vast, limitless and boundless

love magnifies, trapped, yet ever expanding

I let it go into the infinite universe

Where our souls will meet once more, as it always had

i miss you...

Joy

I know that you're not my other half
no one is
That I myself complete me
So why does the world seem more vibrant
more alive
more meaningful
When shared...

Shared with you?

Denial

All the things you dislike about me

are all the things you despise about yourself

in the moments of honesty

when you admit that they exist...

The Scientist

"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
 Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

But tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start..."
                                                                           Lyrics by Coldplay

Courting

Revealing the best of yourself, conveying your intense spiralling-out-of-control love and affection. Breathing eachother in, appreciating every word, action, feelings, attention. Attentive, watchful, careful, tender, loving, caring, like newly hatched chick warm in your palm.

How soon after does the moon wane. Where “I love you”‘s have become a greeting. Other things and people capture attention.

That you no longer take the time to listen with your being, as through embracing all he has to say, as though she is the only one in the room. No one else matters.

No longer worshipping, ambivalent, to her little smiles, to his breakfasts in bed, to her little gestures, to his interests. Instead, routine sets in - carelessly comfortable, treating eachother like beloved ornaments in a house, where once stood a soulmate.

She’ll always be there. Or will he?