rm - Hello Poetry

rm Jul 2018

tell me

am i too difficult to love?
and too difficult to understand?

if the stars can't define who you are
and what you are
even i can't
even the gods can't

rm Jul 2018

hug me

how can the stars
be so cruel
that they'd tie our knots
under a shooting star?

how can i dream of
my own constellation
if you're not a part
of those dazzling arrangements?

how can you be
so oblivion of what's
within
when my words
and notes
say it all

how can i describe
this phenomenal
thing i feel
if you can't see me,
if you can't hear me,
if you can't read me,
if you can't find me

this enoument i feel
and the memories of the past i seek
seem to wander inside my mind
trying to find its way
to your heart
from mine

how can the gods
bring you to me
when all i did was
bring out my own
metanoia from me
to words and phrases

those four-word phrase
i so much want to
hear from you
aren't the words
"i love you too"
but
"let me hug you"

rm Jul 2018

too poignant to remember

too poignant to remember
those revealed moments of felicity
with someone as exceptional as you
with someone as remarkable as your music

from those days of longing
seeking for those flawless keys
that you possess
i see the light,
from that illumination,
i see your smile...
i hear the music,
from that sound,
i hear your voice...

seldom, i think
of what would it be
telling you how i feel
singing a song
with lovable words
with endearing notes
and pleasant hums

rm Jul 2018

limerance

is this love
or a state of infatuation
that succumbs me
every time i see
a piece of thee

is this love
or a state of infatuation
that drowns me
every time i hear
thee sing

is this love
or a state of infatuation
every time a touch
from you i feel

is this love
or a state of infatuation
every time i get jealous
from seeing thee
with another

is this love
or a state of infatuation
every time i write
a poem about thee
on how you hugged my day
with your endless smiles

is this love
or a state of infatuation
that i feel at this very moment
this moment only i know
this moment that's indeed ephemeral
too quick to conclude
too sudden to say
too early to understand
that i love you
then this is limerance

rm Jul 2018

i'm

i'm not a fan
of aurora
of beautiful words
of high notes
of fine meal
of fun-filled life

i'm not a person
who is too ineffable
who is too eloquent
who is too capricious
who isn't a nefarious
who has auburn eyes

but i'm a person
whom you can't fathom
masked with faked smiles
covered in blood of sins
drowned in intimidation
pierced with the old same arrows
and burdened with every piece of me

rm Jul 2018

rain

People started singing a song
T'was melodic, beautiful yet long
Notes were floating
Amidst the air, no more loathing

The singing ends
then my feeling bends
from me
towards him

Under the pouring rain
i was back to being sane
my heart was in pain
from then it refrains

Water, gushing through the pavement,
penetrates each step
from the beautiful past to the sunset of the present
my soul is at its pep

My smile was best than ever
but my head thinks of an answer
to a question at the back of my mind
i see everything, i'm not "that" blind

i held your hand
you held mine
i touched your heart
you touched mine

the smell of rain
in my body, it remains
the sound which the water makes
takes something away: heartaches

rm Jul 2018

i guess

maybe there were butterflies
maybe there weren't
maybe there were skies
maybe there weren't

i was scared
of being glared
at, and am fed
up, with such hurtful stuff

maybe i was too trust worthy
maybe i'm not
maybe i was a fool
maybe i'm not

i seem to be alive
on a count of five
i needed to dive
and die

i weren't trusted
weren't loved
weren't friended
but then i was dead

i thrive for love
for trust
for understanding
and comfort

i thrive for liberty
for time
for consolation
and independence

i thrive for self-peace
but i guess
there's nothing left to see
in this world of deathly reality