Disappear !

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Disappearing into thin air
feels just about right
wanting a chance to eat
warm bread just out of the oven
and drinking the warmest cup
of my comfort coffee
and just melt away in the embrace
of the stars and the sky grey

to fly and reach the land of my dream
in the womb of care and warmth
love and understanding
where just by the look of an eye
all the pain just melts away
where words are not spoken
but emotions are valued.

to run away from all the drama
and half broken feelings
to not correct others for their
non existant flaws
that are really of my own
personal balled up feelings.

I just want to disappear
from the ocean of my held back tears
from this fake shield of fearlessness
and multitudes of plastic smiles
where insecurities and reality
are seen and appreciated
with the naked eye and naked heart.

Yes, I just want to disappear
cause
disappearing in the thin air
seems just about right

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

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Appetite of love !

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I was curled up
with a book in my hand
reading about
love and growth
and it caught me thinking
how much we seem to know about
the beginning and budding of love
but how awfully little do we know
about how it continues.
And so, I gave myself
a reason to write
about how love reveals itself
gradually striking realities
as it comes
There are days when his hugs 
are like the
morning coffee, you need
for letting yourself up from the bed
while other days, they are those
welcome gifts that check
all the vital functioning of your body
as if one cannot possibly function
without the other
Then are those winter days
when no blanket
seem warm enough than the
embrace of those arms
and then are those 
ghastly trying and tiring days
when nothing is comforting
than that relaxing snuggle.
It just seems impossible
for me to imagine
being deprived of these sweet
little luxuries
There are days more often than less
when we cannot decide on the common food
that is delicious to us both
or the movies that we both love
yet here we are still eating
what’s made of love, the simplest of food
delicious or not
though bickering and irritating the other
using a will that is liberal enough
to go over each others watch-list
We alternate roles
in thriving on social situations
exhausting as it seems
making warm beverages for the other
to sit and listen to the agony built
I’m all about the whys of everything
while he is out to ask the hows
They say there is always
a little bit of dissent that
opposites breed
yet no one talks about
all that takes to satisfy
love’s greed.
And as I sit here
studying these curiosities
of differences
writing the poetry about
the opposites and the contradictions
of the personalities and love
and predictability and tease
watching the war between
expectations and surprises
and trust and belief
maneuvering the differences
gradually with comfort and ease
and the love in between
sitting quietly
witnessing all such
with amusement yet contented
for its appetite 
being quenched with patience
in a wholesome meal
cooked with affection and zeal.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Fulcrum !

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Don’t you fret, for I’m here
And I’ll always be here,
to let you know, that you’re loved
showing how my world revolves around
the fulcrum, that you are

Yes, I will be here
for you to know, that
no matter the burden
big or small,
you’ll always find me right beside you
walking together, even when the path is
brutal, and life throws vexed questions.

and when the nights get longer
and the darkness surrounds you,
when the sleep, deceives you
rendering restlessness and anxiety
i’ll be right there to hold you
to sing you to sleep
and comfort you, with my embrace
telling you how, we will get through it

For the pain and agony
just like the smile and laughter
remember we are shared partners
through the thick and through the thin
and in sickness and in health,
for my weary mind, never leaves your side
even when distance puts us aside

you don’t have to be alone,
cause I’d always stretch my hand
for you to hold it, for there is nothing
in the world that will change the fact
that for you,
i’ll travel every hard and aching mile, and
the fire of love isn’t ever gonna burn and fade

So just leave your pain and worry aside
hold me tight,
cause I’m never gonna leave your side
holding you till the sun shine brights
from near, or from far I’ll be there
to look for the thoughts in which you are.

 

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

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Relapse !

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As each day passed, she started to feel again,

the same sinking feeling,

as if loosing a part of her, with every passing moment,

falling into the abyss,

where darkness is the only comfort,

once again consuming her,

taking her into its grasp, ever so tight

the body takes in the pain of decaying,

the mind feeling nothing but tiredness,

the heart ceased to act, just numbness prevails.

And scared, she wonders standing

in the deepest corner of this void

about the odds of recovering this time,

from this unfathomable den of darkness

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Home, where heart is !

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You are the light that guides me home,

a home that you’ve built with love

in your heart,

a home, that belongs to me.

 

I’ve built a room there,

made of poetry and words,

where, when the night strucks

the starlight enters, illuminating with adoration.

 

the walls are painted with the lightest shade of blue

i know, that’s your favourite,

and it reminds me of your love.

the roof is the night sky,

where the moon and stars accompany us,

never leaving us alone.

 

And there we are, in the midst of it

lying wrapped up in the blanket of warmth

comforting each other,

where no word is spoken

where wounds of distance

are healed with the embrace of hearts,

finding the home, where we belonged all along.

 

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

 

 

Serene journey !

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Today, tomorrow and for years to come,

I’ll walk the paths with you,

touching the air around, that no one can see,

and when the journey gets difficult,

for the roadblocks gets rough,

when the efforts invested appears in vain,

I’ll hum your favourite song,

walking along, holding your hand,

adorning the smile, comforting you,

one step at a time, to end this journey,

with one thing certain,

my hands in yours, and my steps besides yours,

welcoming the rising sun, together.

on the other side of the night.

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Alter ego !

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Laying down on the ground,

in the darkest hour of night.

while the winds too are asleep,

I mourn the loss,

loss of a dream.

 

I gaze at the sky above me,

jewelled with twinkling stars,

bringing life to the lifeless.

And the moon,

never in solitary,

even on the days, when,

it chooses to remain concealed,

they wait for it patiently,

to re-appear,

Just so they remain,

the perfect companions.

of all times.

 

Its surreal,

soothing my wounded heart,

for it secretly finds the company,

of the shining light of the night sky,

shedding radiance on its darkness,

guarding it with a beautiful,

white light of hope.

 

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

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Full circle !

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Sometimes, I wonder,

looking back at the time,

its been months,

yet it feels like ages,

that my eyes had,

felt the comfort of your face,

my ears graced by,

the sound of your voice,

and my hands privileged,

by the touch of your skin,

all of which,

making my heart skip a beat,

every single time.

I close my eyes,

drawing you in my mind,

vividly can I remember

those eyes first,

deep like an ocean.

your nose, as prominent it is

is next in line

and how we always joked about it.

how my hand loved caressing your cheeks,

while you were quite asleep,

is what I remember,

as I draw further,

I end up on the lips, that said the,

most comforting words,

and as I move forward,

I see that illuminating smile on them,

that begins there,

and reach up to your eyes,

completing the entire circle,

the circle,

around which,

every single bit,

of my life revolves.

 

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

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Irony !

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Blank and empty,

One, an emotion;

Other, a state of mind;

complimenting each other,

intricately enough,

making a poetry,

filled with melancholy,

making the heart,

ironically enough,

seek comfort

in the void,

which once needed,

a touch of affection,

and a tint of love,

for letting the heart

feel tranquillity.

 

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

 

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Re-creation !

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Sometimes words

fail to convey,

what heart intends to say,

piercing right through it,

making it bleed.

if any power,

i wish,

to gain,

to use wise words,

spoken to heal not hurt.

to comfort the wounded soul,

rather, to pain all the more

I regret to have spoken,

that I shouldn’t,

words can’t be undone,

but words can be recreated

so here I am

recreating them,

to seek forgiveness,

for all was said, hurtful

cause i tend, intend, and more

just to love, heal and comfort

and nothing, otherwise.

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

 

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