Someday, someone's gonna paint the entire galaxy into the palm of your very hand so that you can always remember, even in your darkest moments.. you still hold something so breathtakingly beautiful within you

Someone's gonna be able to make life so thrilling and exciting for you, your heart will beat so fast for all the right reasons and when someone asks you what will make you happy you'll finally know the answer

Someone's gonna do more than just words, just charm and just being there.

..Not that you'd need anyone really.
Not that any of that would really be enough.
Only you know what you need,
And when you find that out,
I hope i'll still be around to see you live those greater days...
"Those days where you wake up and its warm and cosy, and you look outside and its still dark but you know the sun's coming"

Yes I am that someone who is just full of words, charm and is just.. There.
But I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, I am not an artist of that kind, to paint you such a picture that would make you see the beauty in this life, but God, If our problems were pieces of rock, I'd slingslot them to the Moon, even further perhaps for you.

I can't make life exciting, I also can't slow down time.. But i do love you i think thats the one thing that i do, effortlessly you know? it just happens and whether its wrong or right its still happening, when life starts to fail, that is when love needs to happen. I love you i love you i love you

I've waited days weeks months to say it
If my thoughts right now were pieces of rock i'd slingshot them all at you, in fact I am, metaphorically..
Sorry.

I just want you to get better so that you see what i see,
The world is a beautiful place with you in it, happy.

Let me court you and bend my pride,
Venting foolish passions,
Vowing with my heart,
     Volleying pebbles to your window.

Do not forsake for my sake,
     Say, you are the fickle Moon
And I'm a grumpy Narra tree,
That I'm the dizzied Sun and you—
A pirouetting world, that we are
     Two islands of the Archipelago.

But never say, impulsively say,
That you are the shooting star,
     The Perseids, a meteor shower,
For it is then, love,
That I would have become
The melancholy,
     The Universe.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Cold as the morning
cold as my blue heart
we don't have
to hold something
to feel its absence
to know its significance
we are drawn for reasons
beyond our limited sense
of time and space.

Each moment is
a turning point
we get to choose
whether to anchor in
isolation's safe harbor
or tell stagnant fear
to *******
we'd rather live
exposed and free

fill every cell
until brimming over
with all the love
that is destined
to flow our way
even the kind
that defies description
will forever be
the singularity.

We are alive
the ink is still drying
on this page
there are choruses
yet to be sung
love is
open
come in
out of the cold.

What shall I call you?
Should I call you my friend? Despite my heavy weight you still catch me every time.
Should I call you my enemy? I do hate you. I hate that I can never hate you.
Should I call you my sibling? Sounds incestuous.
Should I call you my lover? I don't wish to only have you in between my bed sheets at three in the morning.
Should I call you my partner? Let's hold hands and use the buddy-buddy system forever.
Should I call you mine? Yet all I want to be is yours.
Should I call you by your own name? It's the sweetest thing that has ever left my lips.

She likes to laugh in summer
She likes to dance in Spring
In Winter warm's the butter
In Autumn dancers sing

In June flowers don her hair
In April grow she will
Adance the chance to see the sun
December - member, green is still.

And yellow shouts the solar flowers
While melody passes the birds on pink wing
Across the bright of rainbowed showers
An Autumn-Winter-Summer-Spring

Cosy posie purple heart
Pine cones grow and roots wriggle down
Soldiers, lovers, sippers sing
The aurora more a festive crown

And 'lo, my sib'; take light in eye
Though grey and opaque cleanse the lens
What may share may never die
What may grow stays here forever.

Blooming flowers in the heart of sky
dancing the shades vibrant of butterfly
magic of grass green
blending in light of the dawn serene

Rainbow with all it's colors
sprinkled on the contours of earth
red and green and blue
Like Sparkling drops of resting dew

soothing white lillies
and sensual red rose
captivating fragrance of jasmine
and the smiling marigold

ornamental purple vines of bougainvillea
glorifying in the bright of light
in the cloudy patterns of heaven
inciting mischief in the playful minds

Bells of Gladiolus
supreme in its strength
Sunlit sword of lily
Blushing,when emerging from it's stem


Manisha