time has gone
and they walked further
through the blank space
with nowhere to go
in search for a purpose
they halted and dreamed

for sceneries they thought
and trees have sprouted
for stars they wished
and rays have twinkled
for music they wrote
and resonance have sung

a living fairytale
it was a sight to behold
a legendary mage
with no name but a light
and from a staff they spelled
now time has come again

they was she
and she was shining
repelling sweet shadows
stealing all the hearts
for she owned the night
for she was the dream

a touch of summer
expressed a hundred ways
for me to show you
how much i love you
in all the possible ways

from dreams you came
my dearest euphoria
dancing my heart
into a myriad of skips
from your every smile

looking into your eyes
and summer has gone
but my heart is ready
my ray of sunshine
for a thousand more

From a steady phase
i've witnessed a lit sky;
it was as surreal as any

until I met a spark —
exposing this blank field
silencing the sky for us

and it was glistening
beating the moonlight
and all the constellations.

To a better phase
i've witnessed a lit sky;
it was as colorful as you

until I met a twinkle —
reflecting my adoration
for you, from my eyes

that's how I met you twice
my spark and my twinkle
and you were extraordinary

like a switch
with its 1s and 0s
and its wires that stretch

wherein x may have gone
a linear timeline breathes
like a whisper, nothing more
if it hadn't, stills like static
take over and slumber,
dormant like fossils.

it is more of admiration
or of blissful comfort
when 1s dominate.
and i had clung on
for years to this switch,
and i had been happy.

although now i initiate the 0s
to further bond the wires
of our precious friendship

in the blink of an eye, you kept decaying.
lost in space, and no one can help you.
everything in front has morphed like free desert sand,
with some praying to stay as sandcastles because of
a gust that only prides of insignificance, and is clever.
but they deemed it puny, and we dealt with their mistakes.

so we had to run to a labyrinth of terrifying ends.
you had no choice but to move further, away - alone
but to move was to be tickled by the dust devil,
and to stay was to mope in killing silence.
you leapt into both worlds in shifts -
to suffice yourself, even while stuck in the labyrinth.

every day was a mobius strip, and it stretched into months
of moving, of staying, and of waiting
until you discovered a sandcastle on one end.
it had veins of wear, but you tried to keep it *****.
lost in time, but you can help you.
and in the blink of an eye, you kept living.

from a simple hello
came a complexity
which was you

it had been hard
with the lines scarce
and the miles stretch

but as time unraveled
our thoughts flourished
like a stream downhill

thanks to that old hello
fate has made me witness
my elastic best friend

to believe in what was lost
for over a dozen months
-to fall in love, but slowly

from those old pictures
of blisses and grandeur
to new messages unread

for what reason was it
to be found living like that
only to be forced dead

now, one can never expect
a sharp cliff waiting for them
at the end of a short story

– because after
all these trials
you shall bloom like
the shade of the moonlight
and tear no more
like rains of sorrow

living in the progress
that we have created
has been so beautiful
that i'd believe in more
chances of firsts
and of fluctuations
with no one else
but with you only

a reflection of you
sparkles silently
through a vivid flare

and the highlights
of your locks
stay very tantamount

to the rays that say hello
within this memory
that they call a photograph

just look at all these details
intricate and beautiful
just like you

Look at those stars;
how they scintillate.
How they fill up the night,
and adhere in harmony.

With all of those lights,
and with all of those
colors and galaxies
in her eyes,

I wonder, endlessly:
At this very moment of us,
lying down with our
hands lightly intertwined;

thinking and hoping,
without weeping from
that old painful sorrow,
if it is you.

But there, there you go:
Looking back at me;
keeping time still
with those dazzling eyes.

I felt free, a different feel.
I felt the love, a ravishing spark.
And I felt the happiness,
an unmeasurable rarity.

Then I looked back at those stars,
and they made me really believe,
that amidst all of the spectaculars,
I was given the best one.