Your tone
still cracking my bone
and never to postpone
From the moment, of that night alone

And if I were true, would it be forgotten?

I want to meet you just once again
At 4.38 in the morning, right there
Half back, firm shoulders, sorta fun
As a meadow: sanctuary to a mare

I want to meet you every once in a while
At the hallway, in the time of obscurity
When the nerves **** and anxiety prevail;
A short course that gifted me serendipity

I want to meet you once every evening
In the library, street, shop; anywhere
Just to check how was your day going
And perhaps, one two stories to share

I want to meet you
You know
I do
And you do.

Would it be wrong for me
to write you a poem of commendation?

Would it be wrong for me
to appraise your delicate temptation?

Would it be wrong for me
to be fond of your attraction?

Would it be wrong for me
to explicate my affection?

Would it be wrong for me
craving for your attention?

Would it be wrong for me
to tease you with conviction?

Would it be wrong for me
asking you to be on my own?

Would it be wrong for me?
Would it be wrong?
Would it be?

Would all these prayers
be praised and well spoken?

To a man of hers, whoever you are

Have life been going so wonderful?
Days and nights, memorable?
For she is a magnificent lullaby
as bright as the sky - a joyous ray
For her impeccable smile
A thousand lillies, a potent heal
For her exuberant mind, unwavering
a rapturous breeze of wind
of which I fell, over her bare skin
Truly lovely, such a divine train

For her
I would fall million of times
For I
know she is such a goddess
For you
a lucky man of hers,
could life be anymore spotless?

Two roads
Unknown previously

Clueless pathways
Both leave me stranded

One leads to false hope
Other leaves the true hope

I can feel it slowly
I am left

In either side
Deserted

Will you let me craft a piece of poem about you?
I promise you it won't be promises
Neither will it be of fancy words

I only want to capture you
I only want to hold you
I only want to write you

I only want to turn you
          into a poem
          into my sense
          into my world
          into infinity

That I can call and recall
That I can cite and recite
That I can read and feed
That I can show the world

You are a poem
          in my sense
          in my world
          in infinity
Of non-existent reality

I never knew that
I could have enough of it
The energy to stay awake
More power to be alive
The gut to sit and wait
and perhaps tonight
You bother to visit
To shed some more light

I never thought this turning point
would appear in a quick spin
I never be ready to receive this pain again
wondering you is too much to restrain

And now I am pondering
how to journey the canals of your brain
would it be equally mesmerizing
or perhaps it will be transcending?

Whenever I'm questioning it
He answers with your magical touch
the glittering smile, the firm gentle moves
flash or rewind, completely and in pieces