“Strange place as if, a university campus. Last week of August, bit chilly though dark afternoon. Some random corridor seats. Surrounded by her loud chirps wrapped with unbidden happiness... and me still in some sort of shock... what am I doing here?
Conversation took toll about random university matters, she felt hungry and suggested to have lunch together. So we came out and took a bus towards town to allow ourselves luxury of 'A La Carte'. As we get off the bus cold wind struck us, “Lady shivered and grabbed my wrist with her right hand and same arm with her left, letting herself rest her right cheek on the edge of my left shoulder. My whole existence felt her magnetic presence”.
I uttered if she’s feeling cold she mumbled, I took it as a yes so wrapped my blue jacket around her. She responded to the gratitude with a smile and I allowed her grip on my arm to become more firm... so both of us kept on walking towards an undefined destination... and then my 7:00 am alarm interrupted the most beautiful dream i ever had since HER...”

As if, I am sinking into these pair of blues… is it You?

As if, I am learning to lose my grumpy skin hide out… is it You?

As if, I am smiling and being kind to strangers … is it You?

As if, my senses are not in a right place… is it You?

As if, my stubborn emotions keep on painting a beautiful portrayed…

As if, it is YOU

She’s a Poem
He’s an Invisible Ink

She’s a Love Ballad
He’s a Vocal Less Echo

She’s a Soothing Lullaby
He’s a Muted Lyric

She's a Warm Breeze
He's a Whimpered Wind

She’s a Wished Rain
He’s a Thirst in Desert

She’s a Flying Dream
He’s a Falling Demon

She’s Nourishing on Pages
He's Dissolving into Ink

As if, Final Chapter of His Book in a Making?
She May Breathe Forever in His Silent Echoes...

“Beast within his soul may learn not to smell the air bubble she lives in… Her inner fragility touched him so badly, all of those efforts to restrict his presence around her scent, goes vain when he unpreventably falls vulnerable”

"Your Brain Is Honest Ever Critic, If You Manage To Convince It; Other's Need Not To Be Convinced"

I Envy These PERSIAN Winter Chills;

Destined To Embrace Your Essence...

Though, Scripted To Graze From Your Presence...

Jealousy is Shame

Association is Lame

Deception is a Name

Burning it all as if some Flame

Erase the personified marks from his dreams
Few dry flowers left in his mind, turn them into ashes

Burden of loneliness may become less
Mother nature allow him to see his shadow

Reflection of his shadow is still alive somewhere
Allow his shadow to be with him

Erase his memories! if your bag contain no more blessings?

"Du är inte min sommarförälskelse, ty känslor starka som en sådan förälskelse tynar bort innan ett gånget år..."

Wrinkles Reflect Reasons...

Freckles Phrase Phases...

Scars Say Sentiments...

Whispers Await Wisdom;

To Telegraph These Tales!

“Nobody’s First Love...
Perfectly Carrying So Many Fake Loves...”

Silent Evening Echoes Craving for Thee
Starving Rib Cracking Palpitation for Thee

Falling Winter

Few Cracks In Palm

Fractured Pen Fingers

Forgone Ability To Draw Further Script

Famous Piece Of Crap; A Lost Letter

A Portrayal Of An Imaginary Heaven

“When an injured athlete urge a comeback to field for love of game, his vulnerability toward previous muscle wound hinder his mental ability to go on with a full swing. Though, same rule implicate for people who hold bleeding pen to draw alphabetic emotions”

Yesterday I met one of those fragile birds. She carry fractured pen fingers under her beautiful skin, has curious eyes with strange shyness and a touched heart. The pursue of selflove somehow quelled her creative charm. I never expected to encounter someone so likeminded. She put away her pen to avoid emotions, identically similar reason made me quit this so-called ability which once lured bunch of close friends and many others who never knew the face behind these emotionally colored pages...

Wish I could feel her feathers and let her touch my scars, but her shivering Fragile Soul stopped me to become a...
‘Bad Boy She Craves For...’

An old dusty guitar in your trash yard
Once lived on your lap yard

Hardly wished to be owned once again
Since you replaced him with J-45

Rusty half broken strings may ever tune again
Old charismatic tune which held your feel

Your lovely fingers tugged his strings… once again
Your magnetic touch recalled an old familiar lyric
Blossomed with salty rains, blessed by your melodies

Don’t allow yourself to play with his soul dear,
if you can’t control his harmony
if you can't quell his memory

Let’s not dear…
If you are not his jingle
If you are not his miracle

What if YOU are?

Break him once;
Let’s not crack him twice

An old dusty guitar in your trash yard
Once lived on your lap yard

I have collected Postal Stamps
Some of those were ancient
Some fresh prints

I have collected Postal Stamps
Some of those traveled
Some never worth-ed

I have kept Coins
Some of those were Gold
Some Rusty but precious

I have kept Coins
Some of those melted & lost
Some tempered & gone

I have claimed Automobiles
Some of those were Hot Rods
Some fragile Classics

I have owned Automobiles
Some of those were auctioned
Some been Junked
Except my one & only miNi cooper...

“She’s an Illusion Delusion & Confusion
Which I can’t Reach Breach or Beseech"

Twenty two year to measure
Tiny little gift of leisure
Shiny little kiss of leisure

Twenty two year to measure
Tiny little Tip of leisure
Starving little wish for leisure

Twenty two year to measure
Tiny little hint of leisure
Thirsty little Tear for leisure

Twenty two year to measure
Tiny little Hide & Seek of pleasure
Twenty two year, Still seeking a moment to leisure

Let me feel the breath you produce
Let me feel the sweat you lose
Let me feel the energy you waste
Let me feel the cuddle you share
Let me feel the dream you sleep
Let me smell the morning coffee you leave
Let me taste the chocolate you eat
Let me feel the noice you make
Let me feel the whisper you inhale
Let me feel the evening silence you crave
Let me feel, the feel you feel... at least for once... lady trouble

Immortality Craves Destined Demolishment...
Absoluteness Summons Starved Storm...

My Bae' Loves Another Man
I Played Fool Unaware Of Her Future Plan

He's Away, Far Far Away But Still Close
I'm Near Though, Distant & Swept Away

No Other Way To Make Mr. Moon' Dance
Time Already Crippled Only Available Chance

Cards' Another Game Of Hearts
Mr. Cupid's Dart Through Hollow Muscle Part


So...

The Beautiful City Silently Ruined
My 'Perfectly Woofly' Late Night Song

I never pulled Her arm down

I never touched Her lower back

I never smelled the skin under Her cheek

I never felt the curve on Her neck

I never tasted the strawberry couplet under Her nose

Though never ever comforted my existence against Her softness...


Still‘

Her presence makes Me nervous...
Pulse goes high...
Heartbeat gets louder...
Oxygen levels exceed...  

Reason... ?

That Strong Look From Her Eyes Never Allow Me To Set My Self Free From This Strange Sorcery... "let Him Go Miss *a"

She is elite
I am excluded from the league
I thought, found a keeper
But another collector indeed
Stubborn heart once again behaved naive

“Hardly remember the flavor of her scent but since she flew for her dreamland it seems like no oxygen left in this cloud...
Every now and then feels like someone is ******* his share of breath from the bubble of life...”

“A Raven among Seagulls, can’t fly as high though can’t put his feet on ocean beds as them”

A Shadow Haunts Solitude
A Strange, Familiar Shadow Interrupts Latitude
Always In Seclusion

Truth & Lie, Shadow Must Utter
To Quell His Unrest
Ey Shadow He Dares You

“She came on me like a destined tender breeze, soothing and filling all of the emptiness...
Irresistible glare from her eyes explored every naked dream in my eyes”

“Only Sleep keeps me away from her reflection... With open eyes I see her everywhere... My speech may not advocate my case... And my words ruin the voice of my soul... But alone in the crowd my heart screams for her name”

Accept, Absorb And Engage Life Like A Soil To Nourish Till You Live...
Live, Love And Flourish Like A Flower To Spread Fragrance Till You Die...

In the game of three;
There was no way for me

In the game of two;
I played, only to lose

There is no blame;
Just the wrong game

Now i play solo;
Like a glowing halo

Written by MAJI, Turun Yliopisto

Someone should adore Attitude
someone would pour Multihued

someone should appreciate Madness
someone would deprecate Sadness

someone should defeat austerity
someone would breed prosperity

someone should expect hope
someone would accept wandering souls

“Time Trolls, Tenant’s Thriving Tendency To Treat Tenacious Troubles”

“Stock Of Goods & Luxuries, Determine The Trade Of Emotions”

“**** Whiskey Venom, None Can Mend a Love Sting”

That one little lip touch of wild tasteless strawberry from your yard…was
Way intoxicating than any old precious Scottish whisky


That one hazy glimpse of your orchard last night…was
Way mesmerizing than any other precious dream of mine


That one tiny moment when my sublime strived to perish for your soul… was
Way greater than, when life dares to smell the feel of destiny

“Wild Violet Whiskey Winds, Whistle-off Unwavering Wisdoms”