Love Song #777

for Maria Your favourite colour is purple and mine is blue and how’s this for romanticism but combined they resemble the shade of a pretty majestic bruise. Before I met you, I’ve seen sunsets merely going through the motions, a wash of luminescent hues rooted in a never-ending sky of circumstance and survival. Every tint…

Falling Breathless

The heart yearns for the comfort of a familiar body or a soft feeling or being protected and under the care of someone strong and caring. Yet when these things aren’t achieved, we feel obliterated like a piece of straw that is laying in the kitchen drawers unused and untouched for days. When the heart…

Lost in the Light

The windows never concealed the openness unless it was tinted, The thoughts never disappeared until it was painted. Painted with the love that was once forbidden to this lost soul, Stranded in the darkness despite the lightness that lay beneath his heart.   Standing there, gazing out the open windows as the train ravelled above…

Real me

Nobody knows it’s empty, The smile that I wear. The real one is gone by the time that no longer exists. Because I left you there…   Nobody knows I am crying. They won’t even see mine but I can count my tears. When they think I am laughing, I wish you were here…  …

A Letter to her

He decided to write her…. Dear Sweets, I never thought the time we shared could be so little, yet your image is still vivid in my mind. Sometimes I tried to think all was a dream, thinking you’re a goddess showering my dreams with splendour but every time your smile still spellbound my thought and…

The line

I went to the waters, Salty myself, Saw a line, Between the seas and heavens, And thought to myself- Maybe, maybe That is where we stood apart Here’s to the branches That held us, And to the prime number That we were That could only Divide itself.

Her Favorite Color

What was her favorite color? Was it the brown in your eyes? Or Was it the pink in your smile? Was it the black that you so often wore? Or The red that you adored? Was it the blue that reflected through your eyes, While watching the sky changing dyes? Or The Green that’s twinkling,…

Iridescent

I met you at the museum. Funny really, because to me you belong here. Up there with the masterpieces. Among the statues which look beautiful in the daylight and terrifying in its absence, among the sensational oils and ethereal figurines, and among the exquisite inscriptions preaching endless beliefs of the forgotten past. You captured me…

12345