071816 #03:35PM #Rob

Every glimpse makes a poetry,
With no words to express,
Sometimes, it tells the story.

Never did I imagine
That I'll write you a love song,
Then words meet their infinity
Until I wasn't able to count every page ripped.

And when my heart was about to drown,
Even in dreams, I had some thoughts of you --
Of you, telling me to fly,
Head held high
To see glitters of blued sky.

And so I asked the Author,
"Is this true love?"
"Is it worth waiting for?"

Seeing you
Is a picture of my future.
Being with you
Would be an ultimate mixed emotions,
I waited for too long,
Until the ending became a new beginning.

And if it's really love,
Never would I want to unlearn it.
It's more than just crazy emotions,
More than feelings disguised.

With this, my faith says,
"I trust the Author,
And that makes me love you more.
I love you coz He first loved me."

I forgot to write..

Those twirling lines
Like chocolate coated
Marshmallows.
Swaying like dancers
Moving in sync.

Those flowing pens
Like a fountain
In a garden of paper.
Gushing out colors
Painting petals with ink.

I forget to write,
But in the darkest nights
I feel the urge
To stab my skin
And write with
A scarlet pen.

My mind is but a maze,
Full of twists and
Unreliable turns,
Like dust on the table
And ashes in the tray.

Like sands of time.

That makes a desert with
Storms of Ideas,
Scorches your senses
And chill's your way.

I just forgot how to write..
Nothing special.

Because,

I have not written
Since then till today,
None, but a single word;

Your name—

I swear ink runs through my veins
A piece of paper passes as my heart
I hold your hand like a pen
Press it against my chest to feel
Every beat leaves a word written upon it
Endless poems and prose
You inspire even when you're gone