I could inscribe
thousands of feelings
in words
and label them
as poems.
Yet
none of them
will ever truly evoke
why, what and how
I feel.
But
I must say
they're the facsimiles
of my beautiful stormy
thoughts.

© Kishamore

For far too long i've been caught up in between the pain of the past and the fear of the future
Those dreadful memories of the past and the nightmares i keep having about the future
Are simply tearing me apart
Questions like-'will i ever find true love?'
...'will i ever have a genuine friend?'
...'will i achieve my goals?'
...'when will people stop misunderstanding me?'
Questions like these keep travelling through my head almost everyday
I think it's time i started living in the hope offered by the present
And no matter how miniscule that hope might seem
I think i'll take it
For how else am i to survive?
What else can keep my old ticker running and my blood flowing?
Even the darkest of rooms needs just a wee bit of light to feel right
I guess i'm hoping that's what the present will offer me
I've realized that there's nothing i can do about the past
So i guess i'll try and handle with care the present
So that there may be a future to look forward to

I've come to the realization that after all this time I have not been missing you

I have just missed being in love

People think
That when you break something,
It has to make a clang,
Or a rattle
Or a smash.
But
The night my heart broke,
No one heard a thing.

Even if its just dream, even if you’re a dream
Let me dream of you
Until all the events become memories
Until I can’t get to see you even if I want to
Until all that is left is me and my torn heart
Let me love you until then
Even if separation is destined
Let me live this moment with you
Even if you end up being someone else last name
Let me call you mine for a second
Let me look at you with all my strength
For tomorrow I now know that you won’t be there anymore
I now know that sun would shine at same time, same place but you won’t be there to watch it with me
I now know that the songs that we are listening would always remain the way they are but we won’t
I now know that world is not changing it’s our treacherous heart that stops feeling the way it once felt.
So let me cherish you with all that I have until one of us doesn’t feel the way we feel
And when that day would come I would turnout in to bubbles and disappear just like a mermaid
But to me you would always remain a midsummer night dream
Warm, sweet and tempting yet short in existence