Archive for the ‘Love’ Category

All I am

Posted: September 23, 2013 in Emotions, evaluation, Life, Love
Tags: ,

Sorry, I am.

For what I am not.
For what I do, that pleases you not.
Sorry, I am.
If my words missed their meaning.
If my actions failed my intentions.
But Oh, do you not know?
That all I do, and all I don’t
That all I say, and all I withhold
Neither would I have done
Nor would I have not
Had my intentions been to please you not.
Oh do you not know?
For the better, I change.
I try,
For you.
I change.
For you, and only you;
I have learnt to love myself when I have loved you.
Words; All I have got
If more I had; I would deny you not.
These Words I mean;
When I say,
Sorry I am.
For what I am.
In apology, I offer…
myself; all of me, and all I am

Freeze

Posted: September 18, 2013 in Emotions, Life, Love
Tags:

Freeze.

One heartbeat; that echoes forever in the glaciers of myself.

One moment; that defies time. Timeless.

Freeze.

The breath between the lips that part. The glow of eyes, escaping the glimpse and into the stare.

The world is brought to a pause; the pace slows, the voices fade.

Until it freezes.

As I melt;

Midst the breath, the glow, the glimpse, the stare.

 

Blackened sky.
Stretching beyond distance; as far as continents stretch apart.
One blackened sky,
Sheltering you and I
Across the same continents that ripped us apart.
And we linger…
Beyond the eyelids
That shelter you in me; and myself into you…
As we float, on a barely existent moon,
Fading into the same blackened sky
That is yet to shelter you and I.

Lub Dub

Posted: June 22, 2013 in delights, Drawings, Life, Love, Randoms
Tags: ,

Lub Dub. 
Lub Dub.

Make it beat.

Lub Dub.

Blow your life into mine. Breathe the air that rushes within; fill a collapsing lung, soothe the ache that eats it away.
Make it beat.

Lub Dub.
Lub Dub.

Do you hear? A fragile beat?
Lub Dub.
Do you feel? A pulse, so weak?

Water the well that ran dry. Purge life then squeeze it out…
How does it taste… To feel?

Lub Dub.

Tap it; into it. Do you see? A sign of life within me? Fetch the relics prone to feel; make them beat.
Make it beat.

Tap it; into it, rupture the seal. Hold it, then behold it, embrace shatters into whole. Nourish it.
Make it beat.

Lub Dub.
Lub Dub.

Speech of the speechless, it speaks.
Of the feelings it owes the soul that made it feel.

Lub Dub.

It beats.

Stare; into and through me.

Stare, as your eyes outline my existence.

Recollect pieces of a scattered me, as you trace the edges of myself into a premises that only your chasing eyes define.

Draw me out of myself and into you, as I fall…

From the deepest pits of my nothingness, into the deepest pits of yourself.

Embrace, a restless me to the rest of your arms.

Fill me in, as you fill the spaces between my fingers.

Listen,

As two heartbeats synchronize into one.

Stare,

As I stare…

Into where I belong.

And do I not speak of what I feel?

For words gone trivial,

Upon the intensity inside.

In Appreciation, I write, not in remorse.

To and for a time so timeless,

Sentences, scattered in structure, disrupted in its sense of sense, yet humbled by the feeling that triggered the urge to write in the first place.

I write,

Till I’m drained empty.

Till the words squeeze into sour juices of meanings.

I write and write,

Till the heaviness is gone, shedding layers of me within layers of paper, squirting blue ink of my royal blood from a loaded pen… That still drips

And I still write,

Dispersed letters, grouped only to be distorted upon a thought, that reforms then dissolves…

Into canals of clogged memory lanes, superimposing timelines from different times.

And the pen still drips,

What lips failed to speak, of the relics a crippled heart keeps…

Onto papers,

That never really existed.

Void meets vortex

Posted: May 14, 2013 in Emotions, Life, Love, words, writing
Tags: , ,

Eyes of poignant black,

Cross over,

Where every meeting point is a turning point,
Chasing one another, in a sclera of watery white
Black halos,  searching into the depth of another
For something, anything …
A glimpse meets a stare;
Soon interrupted by a sweep of curving lashes,
avoiding the former, disappointing the latter…
Eyes of poignant black;
A void meets a vortex,
Sucked into one another
Exchanging more than just looks.
Eyes of poignant black,
Trapped into a gaze,
Mesmerized
As they speak
What words failed to behold.