The sun was envious of my vibrant soul and the glitter that shined in my eyes.
Seeing the earth in fifty shades of grey, it could not bear the dullness.
Taking that as an excuse, it snatched the rays from my eyes and set the stolen light upon the surface of the vast soil.

Greenery was evident; warmth was felt by the nearby tropical trees.
But, the air around me was still and I could barely breathe nor see such boundless beauty. In silent agony,
I could only hear my daughter singing along to a Sunday morning song across the hallway.

Lying bare on the bed, I could only feel the softness of the sheets against my innocent skin,
realizing the truth that there will never come another day to see that beautiful orange sun setting in my hubby's loving eyes.
These provoking thoughts called upon trickles of tears which I had no control over.
Dawn came by silently and sat near the window pane. Slowly, almost deliberately, allowing the sun ray to seep through and hit against my skin.

I felt like screaming at my murderer, the very one that took half my life away.

Just then, I felt someone's arms gently wrapping me from behind.
Familiar touch I would say. That warmth, similar to those of the glaring sun, embraced me in silence.
Unaware was my soul of those dark black eyes that were searching for that lost smile on my expressionless face.
Till I heard, barely a whisper, carrying these few words with such tender grace,
"You were beautiful in the morning sun back in the old days, my love, when I used to stay up all night, caressing your tender body, awed by your timeless beauty. Today, you are still that ever beautiful woman I came to know. Though the rays of those stunning eyes has lost its light, you my dear, can’t be in that plight. Don’t grieve in the darkness within you, I say. For you may not know, I, your hubby surrounds you with a halo. Feel my ray of love through the veins of your sweet soul, capture it in that lost treasure box you dared not open since ages ago. The morning sun gave life to us in a way, to gift you a whole extraordinary life in a new dimension that I'm glad to say. Fear not my dear, for I'll find that vibrant ray within you, day and night, day and night, and time and again. In the remembrance of the vow, no matter comes what may, I'll always be that lost ray."

Upon hearing these words of my lover, my lips curved a smile and my soul felt at peace as it believed that, in the mere darkness I can actually see a rainbow that shines like an aurora in the northern light.
With that, two lips met again and greeted each other, Good Morning, as the sun took its flight across the big blue sky.

It was like a speck of dust or maybe glitters.
Flew like fleeting birds and gave birth to crystals.
Those sparkly moments that gave perfection a new hue.
My insane mind, thinking I could have it all again.
These seconds that goes by so swiftly,
slips right through your bruised fingers
and leaves you with its lingering fragrance.
Embrace it while your soul is still alive,
for it awaits to turn into some desired memory.
Capture the dazzling beams, the flickers and twinkles.
The dashing street lights,
the sunrise in your heart,
the never ending chaos of a city life.

Sometimes to utter the sounds
of love back as an echo hurts.
It hurts as your silence
sits at the edge of a hurricane.
Slowly swallowing every part of
your joints till you stumble in weakness.

Your agony-an unending chaos,
Like your beating heart-
Your chest rises and falls like the waves
in the midst of twilight,
as you breathe just to feel alive.
You belong nowhere,
Yet you run and bump into the wild unknowns.
Sometimes, you are like the forest fire,
adding fiery red to the tranquil greenery.
Dawns comes by quickly
in the world you live in-
where you wipe off that colorful mask
and declare you are just a blank  masterpiece.

These insecurities-defines darkness inside out.
Born with every broken nerves,
and sometimes with newly found scars.
They burn and heal from far,
as I build these high towers of mine.
You see lover, to be a wanderer
I have to spell freedom with my own breath.
So don't hold me down,
Let me fly.
Even if you can't be there
to hold me tight,
at least watch how I fall
from great heights.

Slowly I crumble
to the vows of yesterday
now I maybe alive,
but with the pouring rain
I am falling hard
against our broken road
my home is in a secluded place
far from your reach.
Alas, you still promise,
that you will be there for me-
Without knowing where I breathe.