I failed to understand
why saints —and lovers
behave as they do,
so rash and illogical,
maybe until the point that
it’s no longer rational.
Until someone
made my heart
come alive.

Sometimes I breathe through my words
Sometimes I bleed through my words

you know how,
some day
our hearts will stop beating
finishing our journey to see the ending?

you are dying
constantly
every second you live
and there is a mysterious beauty
in the sense that
living is just a process of dying

sure, maybe we are never truly dead
but if thats the case,
we were never truly alive in the first place

these are not words to mourn
my dying insides

but rather
a tribute

to the beauty of never truly being alive
and living while dying at the same time

shut up and play along
until you get the chance

to bloom

smile, innocent one
but never hold your hand out

let them fall
watch them burn in flames

and when darkness retreats
back into your heart where it rests

you will be the only
bit of black
flowering in a land of light

Hummed by bewilderment
I watched Your violaceous oblique,
Kindling with exuberance
That stillness on Your peak.

And stillness in my heart
With upsurging pleasant breeze,
Captivated me - the ultramarine space
And sunlight through the trees.