Believe me, my love,
a beautiful scene in-between the creases of those sheets

And the world wavered, and quivered and threatened to burst into flames!

You are the morning sun,
the beauty whom lights this world of mine,
as you peek over the crest of my horizon.

You are the evening moon,
the beauty whom lights the sky,
every time the sun cannot cover half the earth.

A constant dance we adhere, opposite sides of the earth…
you rise while I sleep,
only passing for a few moments.

A constant song we sing, opposite sides of the earth.
You sleep while I rise,
another step for the beginning ahead.

A delicate noise,
playing amongst our ears,
strumming the strings of our hearts.

It is our ballad, this song-
one the overflows with words of our hearts
to illuminate and give direction to that beginning.
Our beginning.

Our beginning, days anew.
Standing on the edge of the earth, hand in hand,
chasing time and defying storms.

The precipice crumbling beneath our toes, as we begin flight.
Stretching for those stars,
beyond our time,
on the outskirts of the universe we know – hand in hand.

Hand in hand we venture the cosmos,
defying gravity and reason,
but with definite purpose…
To create our composition.

*The stones of the precipice falling beneath our feet, beyond the surface,
as we soar high and above,
rearranging the constellations that time has disarrayed.

Hey. Don’t fall asleep.
hahaha

*hahahah
I won’t
If I end up falling asleep, it would be with you.

Dear Anon,

******* for running away. I've waited so long under the tree, when the moon was waxing and waning, and when it was full. The flower's stem cloistered in palm tried to hide the growing anxiety that engulfed me as minutes became a long procession of hours.

That was the night when you ran away with the director. And I was there - I stayed there, and still loved you the morning after.

I guess, you will forever occupy a largest portion in my mind. That no matter what I do, I will not be able to shake off the memory of you running away and of me, waiting.

And just so you know, *****, I'm still waiting.
Even now.


*Barbons

You are an enchanting scent, my love.
An addicting fragrance
that I want to wear
all day
and night.

Tonight,
in the midst of
barren buildings and deformed mannequins
I will meet you again.

And we will dance.

In a hurry,
the legs of the ant traversed the length of the electric wire.

Half way,
the animal hesitated,

turned round,
met my gaze,

ceased walking
before finally walking away.

It must have understood my plea
to be left alone.

I will search new words and exhaust the old one.
I will find them all,
pin them down.

Wrap it in a form of stars
that we will use
in decorating the dungeons.

Which has been abandoned for so long.
We will explore the place, fix the place,
put some shelf, inhabit it
then make love.

All summer.
Beyond every season.