Ever wondered the wish of the moon? Could it ever be its wish to relentlessly orbit around the Sun, being a satellite, stuck in a hopeless inertia, believing it to be destiny to endlessly repeat this pattern over and over again, allowed to meet the Sun only when, the date and time are in a perfect alignment.
I try to put in words the emotions that overwhelm me when I think about you and our future together. But I always put away my pen cause my love for you is overflowing. If it was to me, I’d preserve your peculiar eccentricities I wish the words in my letters express my heart, but unlike your love for me they fail me You are someone so real, a rare specimen, if I may genuine enough to contradict yourself Loving you has made me kinder kinder to the world, but most importantly, kinder to myself. You are perfect in your imperfections, surreal and totally intoxicating in every sense of the words. They say beauty is nothing but beginning of terror, and here I am, terrified since the day you touched me for the first time.
The day has arrived again, when I thank you for being born. Happy Birthday to you ❤
I invited her to a dark place, that’s my mind she saw it and stayed together we trembled, yet stayed put.
I took her to a flowing river of gloom and tears she came along, held me together and swam deep with me, saying all gets better in the end, and even if it doesn’t you’re not alone, said she
I walked her through a bumpy track of my traumas and happily all along she walked by me every single step of the way telling me, I’m beyond my traumas and helped me built the lost confidence piece by piece
I never had to, nor I will ever have to ask her to stay because I know she always will for in this world of materialistic happiness, and manipulative relationships, I have her, who stayed with me at my darkest.
On your birthday, my dearest and the only one who I will call mindlessly at 4 am, I want to thank you for making me believe in light when all I could see was darkness Thank you for your existence. Thank you, my dearest one for being you !
Happy birthday, I’d always wish the best in the world for you ! ❤
A sentence so worded to elicit information, yes, this one is about Questions Those questions that we all have those, that haunt us at night and, make insomnia a friend dear. Seeking for answers to those questions, we all are, trying to make whole the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Some are found in a jiffy, while, others take years to decipher, and sometimes even then they seem far too isolated. And then there are those for which there are no answers.
Does that mean though, that they were lost somewhere in this enormous universe? Well, Sometimes, you are better off without them, may be, just may be you are not ready for them, as yet, or a possibility strikes that the answer is right there in front of your eyes, But, the matter dear to the heart might as well be, that you do not choose to see it, cause may be, just may be it is something you don’t want afterall.
Trying to catch a feather that is drifting away tirelessly flying, effortlessly a fine, light, and softest of all a feather grey as time carried away by the wind, away, far away from your hold
Thinking hard, contemplating this urge to hold on to it, I found myself reaching to a realization, that hits hard this need is to hold, hold on to something that is tangible, and not an idea of tangibility.
The session of the court begins orders for those around to settle there is one getting tried standing on the stand to be questioned, so must witness this hearing to seek the holier opinions of the jurists sitting on the bench wisest of all, those who been there done that to gain all this experience being the judge of right and wrong while they read the ratio going into the intricate principles of how an action wasn’t right, to tell how one should be what to say under duress attest the worth of the one on stand to be accepted in the world of this civilization with a stamp which says approved by the court of validation and then finally the ratio says the one on the stand, found guilty guilty of having a voice, an identity and so sentenced to a lifetime to conform to the standards set by the society, to maintain the status-quo. Oh ! but says the one on the stand look deep, your honour there be a mistake in the interpretation of the holy law, by which we all are bound There is no way, no other path says the jury conform, or else you will be judged by the higher power, the public, the democracy and then, my dear imprisonment for life in the cell of dismay will only become your reality.
the unplanned is the plan a poem structured or not a prayer may be answered or not but alike poem, even the prayer is composed beautifully with those unplanned words and phrases that appear, pushing each other towards the farther right. In that journey of composition a self-confession occurs without expecting an absolution that both the poem, and the prayer was always planned since the inception of the writer. The prayer was always answered and the poem always understood whether in those indirect forms, as for just asking is answering of the prayer and the poem conceived with the moment of your inception.