What does the Music Say?

Listen to me, for I have a message for you—
Maybe to lift you up,
Or maybe to overwhelm your nerves,
Or maybe just for fun.

Hey! Listen to me slow,
Don't jump the gun.
I will always be on your list,
Notes and beats all entwined.
Whether a fistfight, romance,
Or something divine,
I am just a bliss of a different kind.

Why not! I will write one for you.
For me, writing about you is fun.
Is it the same for you?

I compare and contrast
To understand the dynamics of your heart—
Like the moon and stars.

Like how and why?
How can one possess the celestial power of the divine?
You are unique—nobody has your design.

Journals, poetry, songs, and prose—
All tell stories about you, yes, of course.
Even my pen, from which I write, knows the course.
It picks words that describe you best,
Beyond my imagination, beyond my thoughts.

Don't worry about my longings; that's my remorse.
I just love this adrenaline rush
When I write about you.
This metal of love never rusts—
It only speaks of you.

Every day, every month,
A year feels too short to describe
How wonderful it is to be with you.

A never-ending verse it is,
Not a stop, just a pause.
I will write again about you,
For it is never done.

Ah! Love—what a force!

Little I gain, little I lose,
Balancing the act for an unknown cause.
I just can't choose.
Shooting trouble with a defunct gun,
Dreams shattered, all shunned.

All cables crisscrossed,
Now I have a heart to breathe and lungs to pump,
Food to think about,
Thoughts I churn.

Carrying a featherless weight
On muscles heavy—
A situation so confusing.
Can I defer my worry?
Wait! What was the story?

Only a face can set things right.
I’d fight any day to embrace that sight.
What's wrong and what's right?
Flip a coin or map a device?
An uncertain, unclear path.
A step too soon, or a hesitant heart.

Brewed from the finest bean,
Best of its times,
I poured a coffee in the cup of my life.

Found adventures, white as milk,
Complexion and questions to stir.
I poured a coffee in the cup of my life.

Then I added sugar, tasting like happiness,
Yet slightly bitter for the lessons in humility.
I poured a coffee in the cup of my life.

Every sip affirms a memory,
Waking me from every scary reverie.
Every sip affirms longings and trying times.

Brewed from the finest beans,
It helped me, kept me from being mean.
I sipped a coffee, the best of all times.

I poured a coffee in the cup of my life,
I poured a coffee, finest of its kind.

What does the light say?

I stay in your eyes.
I am best seen with your eyes closed
For I lie within you.
I ignite,
I brim
Within you.

I will smear the fate
To be with you.
No matter how much others give us that hate,
Even beyond the heavenly gate,
I will ask for you
On any stage.

That smiley face—
I am tired, but I love this chase.
Do you know?
I remember every phase,
Full and half—any.
What I don't feel, I don't like.
A no-moon night, please let me gaze.
I am lost in this word maze.

Let me ask directly—
Don't say that I am in haste.
Would you like to dance with me.
On a rainy day?
Let's get drenched all over again
Face to face.

Did you ever feel like your heart is hollow?
Why does time always slip away—too short to follow?

A moment of meeting the one you desire,
Who always sets your soul on fire.
And then, something would always disrupt the flow,
Just missed watching that glow.

Which I manifested for long.
I can even weave my yearnings into a song.
Inability—to adore the holiness.
Can I have your ear? Will you sing along?

After facing the trolls from all around,
All I wanted was a sight—a glance.
To have that scene to play.
I can go leaps and bounds without any dismay.

Just to fill this heart with absolute glory.
Will I ever get a chance to complete my wistful story?