Switching on and off the night lamp.
The hanging light—doing up the calling dance.
Wrapped in my blanket, my thoughts took a stance.
Taking turns from one side to another.
Hallucinating an image of you
Warms up the weather.

Sleep is away, maybe gone for good.
I just see you all around.
Standing up and on the ground,
Am I blushing under the hood?

The revolving fan up the ceiling
Shares with me—the wind.
The wind of an awakening dream,
Like a video of a live stream.

Serene outwardly,
But I feel a raging storm inside—
Contemplating reasons—side to side.
Why did you draw yourself away?
Why do you always shut me down?
I have no insight in my crown.

Just over a thin-layered hope,
I still long for you.
Will we meet again?
My head frowns.

When your brain stops braining,
And even your heart pauses to ponder,
The day keeps getting longer.

Then, in a sudden twist
Your ears catch a sly, playful bliss—
A sarcastic tone,
Five crazy souls laughing like a booming jukebox

"Oh, pleaseee!"
"Talk to my hand!"
"Stop triggering me!"

A Pride Month fan,
There stands friendship—
What a lovely mayhem!

Talking, chatting, teasing, and support,
Together, even if we land in hell,
It would be better than a heavenly abode.

A bond so strong,
Scattered far, yet together we stand.
Hope we keep it lifelong - A spellbound Span.

Deeper in the sea,
I saw you swim,
Floating free,
With your soul and heart.

Towards the darker realms,
You need no light, no warmth.
It's your wave on which you swim.

Then why this current I feel so strong?
Why do I want to swing, sway along?

You say it as home.
Valiant you are;
Then why live in fear?
What seems distant is truly near.

Depth has its own treasure—
Cult, dark, devilish sea.
I know the cause:
No glee. No plea.

She said, "His love is unreasonable."
And with a lovely grin, he replied, "To love, I need no reason."

When storm hits the town,
It will also take the one who wears the crown.
When I see in your eyes,
I forget the difference between a truth and a lie.

Unreasonable, it may be.
Perennial, it flows.
Seasonal, you say—
How could it be?

It's an ocean,
Its depth is beyond what words can show.
Emotions are practical.
Love is not a plan; you don't have to be tactical.

Unreasonable, you may say,
But to me, it is the only thing that is feasible.

A box of beats.
A shape of sound.
Melodies countless,
Leaving you astound.

Words sewed in some crocheted notes,
Strings strummed and clapped; my heart votes
For an imagination of a beautiful soul.

A soul of my dreams;
An undying spirit—
Should I recite it? Should I start?

Lyrics of love,
Writings of an artist—
A song unsung.

Music of nature, music of you,
Immersive to my ears.
What to do?

Lips humming the tune and the "thum."
What to do?

Bagpiper blows lovely hymns,
Zooming up and down.
"Tring Tring," "Drum drum."

Can you feel the strings?
Can you feel the drum?

Imaginary inspiration to the real desperation,
Giggling, laughing, making a puppy face.
An aspirational verse brings up a tickling sensation.

Your words, your verbs.
I count the letters of your lovely nudge.
The way you envision life
Sharpens my pen’s nib,
A slayer among the knives.

A paper is merely a victim,
Enduring the wrath of your beauty.
But still, to write about you,
I rather prefer it as a duty.

A duty that makes me wonder about
The how and why,
Taking a sigh.

I sit on my balcony
With a sun-kissed face,
Writing about my real inspiration
With an imaginary desperation.
A saddened smile,
As I may.