It's funny because as poetic as I am
And how much time I spent thinking of him in the wee hours of the night
I could still only think of one word to describe him
And that word
Is
Heartless.

I don't know, whether I like you or this is just an illusion
I don't know, why i keep thinking about you and then repent it
I don't know, should i tell you my feelings or keep on repeating those in my mind
I don't know, I'm falling in love or just baffled

May be You will forget me
May be You will change your way
May be You will just ignore me
May be I'm falling in love or just baffled

Though I can't say it to you in sound words
Though this brings me a total sorrow
Though We can't be together
Though I'm falling in love or just baffled

When my day is dull
And my eyes are red
When I close my eyes
To put my thoughts to rest
I see two lovers
Spent down in love
Drenched in sweat
Unchained from fear
When my mind recalls
The bliss we carved

I press your love letters
To my lonely chest
Kiss each word of it
To feel what we left

Each word of it
Charms my ears
Like a crescando tune
Every passing letter
My emotions tweak
My heart it *****
Like a bird uncooped
Or a drunk on *****
When my mind recalls
The bliss we carved

I press your love letters
To my lonely chest
I wish the time reversed
To recover what we left

There was this one time

you came to my house,

and I accidentally fell asleep,

and I remember you

putting a blanket on top of me

and kissing my forehead

and I remember

in that one moment,

I knew.

You are my forever,

and I mean that in the way

that not only are you my sunshine,

but also the warm feeling in my heart.

You are every kiss that's been

on my unworthy lips,

you are the subject of

every pang of longing

that I have ever felt.

You are my nicotine, my line,

my whiskey, my fix.

You are every moan at 2am,

all of my fantasies and none of my nightmares.

You wrap bandages

Around my broken bones

and my shattered soul.

You are my ever-lasting muse,

you are my one and only.

You are my favorite and my everything,

But "forever" doesn't seem to be enough.

Remember, dear;
There will always be who I am tonight.

Provided that my demons keep their peace within the cage of my ribs,
and our pools of patience endure their droughts and despair,
I’ll hold you when our bones are brittle and our hair is silver.

And when those days come, and for the thousands of days in between, there will always exist a man inside me who was (at least once) everything and anything you’d wanted him to be.

You will always be the lovely lady of my life, and no matter how fate decides to shape our time together, I will always be ready to hold you in my arms, however weak they may be. I will always listen to whatever may harrow your soul, however hard of hearing I might be at that point. And even when I am blinded by cataracts and carcinogens, I'll always appreciate how you smile with your eyes and how your nose crinkles a little when you laugh, I'll always be able to tell you how lovely you look.

We may be torn apart or we may grow together but regardless of our proximity, I will always be who you once fell in love with, I will always be everything you once needed. And as I have been for you, I will be once again.

I try to be in the moment
But, lately, I see myself somewhere else:
Not here,
Not here,
Not here.

I try to see what there really is to see
But, lately, I find myself seeing
Ones that are not here:
You,
You,
You.

Sunday morning, pit-pit patter on my window panes
hot beverage, blurred vision
old gramophone playing in the next room.
Oh, how she loves music!

40 years of marriage, her hair still smell like fresh jasmine
broken glasses, shallow pockets.
Her radiant smile, wet hair
I sniff the jasmine in the air around.

Love marriage, college affair
Love letters, and library meetings.
old days, fresh memories.
She peers out from behind the door.

Her wrinkled skin, mine too.
Her lips part as she hums along to
old gramophone playing in the next room.
Oh, how she loves music!

Milky morning light pours
into the space between us,
illuminating your snowy hair
as though beams of moonlight
flow from your head onto your shoulders.
You sleep silently,
like your astral acquaintances the night before.
The tide of my heart is pulled in
by your lunar attraction,
although my body longs to mingle with yours
beneath the moon,
in all the base and natural ways
lovers have mixed for eons.
Let me sip your light from a teacup,
while your tongue twists all the lovely words inside your heart
into birds to fly through the air.
You're my untouchable constellation,
strung over the nights dome
like the string lights you look so beautiful beneath.