Cosmos witnesses our union.
I have witnessed it from eternity.
It feels like our first embrace—
Do you remember; justice this case.
As we were together since the past—
For the years—countless but close to heart.

Our love, unpublished, unknown to any,
But it was, and is, true.
I summon myself to you.
You are the spirit of a knight,
Whose presence always outshines.
I am a beggar for mirth,
Until you called me—"mine."

Will you still call me so?
Shall we do the time?

Tuning the forks.
Taping up the notes.
Strumming the rhythm,
Playing the tune of an unknown melody—
All night long,
A simple song.

Raising the pitch in harmony— a humming voice.
Using chords to stay away from my own mental noise.
Ravishing words, heart-wrenching lyrics,
Soothing rhyme.
Not just about the worldly vine, but it is something divine.

A looping symphony that
Binds strangers’ heart,
Maybe by verses in the middle or the prelude—the start.

It unifies both the weary and the strong,
Something like patriotism—
Everyone feels the same for a song.

Love, quotes, and fables,
Passing through all ears.
Language, art, or magic—
Call it what you will.

Whenever I play my six strings,
I sway, lost in time,
I sway, forever.

Hammered by the drink of love-
Consciousness has left me for good.
The mightier sword instead of describing woods from his blade
It elaborate your beauty and prescribe me with your accolades.
Flowers, birds and fishes lost their worth
For they are but shadows of you on earth.
Without you, so bored they are.
They don't provide me their stories anymore.
Compel me instead to use them to describe you as metaphor.
So hammered, so drunk I am
"Nothing but you remains my endeavour."

Our path is ours—bold and divine,
Interjected some time ago.
Throwing a pale of armor,
Alluring branches of scenery.
Am I writing the same lines?

I have already written about this scene.
This is my favorite recurring dream—
To see your giggles and laughter
After closing my eyelids.

But this luck took you away—
We went off-grid.
Cruel time did a misfit.

I await you near that door,
Just by the side of a hanging bell.
Yes, it's an old-time rhyme,
For longings are my prime.

I wish when our paths align,
I could pour out my heart to you,
Preventing myself from going insane.

Our path is ours - bold and divine,
So be it, I say.
Wish the Lord would make all the obstacles sway.

A path unique and apart,
Everyone has a different start.
It's a sprint, not a race;
Eventually, we will find our peace, our pace.

With courage and resilience, our will strengthens.
To find purpose, you keep hustling along.
Bring things to ears that matter,
Treat the rest as a playful song.

Hope you find the thing that you revel in.

If you ever get let down,
Don’t think of backing down.
Solve, for everything is treasured in your crown.
No matter what destiny announces.

Make your mark, engrave every stone.
Be your best – keep moving on till victory graces your throne.

Solitude, it was meant to be.
I knew that from the start,
Then why did I believe my heart?
Whims and fancies—he whispered some fabulous tales,
So good to be true,
Do they really prevail?
I wish that I had that cup of gall.
To stop it going beyond the scale.

Leaving—a never-healing scar.
Is there a chance to connect again,
Same as before? Oh, I miss that glow.
Uff! This poetry isn't helping me anymore.

I wrote on hollowness and emptiness.
I wrote on everything—sometimes less and sometimes more,
Still, like waves of the sea, they keep coming back and forth.
This pain changes my sleepy night into an unwanted day,
And it never goes away.
Without you, I have lost a part of me.
It always feels that something is incomplete—shattered I am, without a gist.
Dreams of you—having a hug feels like bliss.
Then I wake after—senses drenched in sweat all over.
I can't write furthermore; it's so much to take.!

Little fish swimming in a housed pond,
See her swirl joyously all day long.
Got me wondering what her childhood would be like—
Did her grandmother tell her stories about kings and their knights,
Or horrors of birds preying on them from the sky?

Maybe about mermaids or the treasures from wrecked ships?
I watch her still—she is flapping her fins,
Maybe expressing her experiences of the deep, darker sea.

I still wonder—what a life it would be,
Fascinating or dreadful, what would it be?