My dear, hear me out
They may shake you to the ground
But you own arms of a sword.

Strength to just dive in
Enough to rise above all
For every dent you soar high.

Many nights have passed
                       in deep slumber,
O’ how I missed my muse
        that came alive in sheer darkness.
Wide eyes of hers-
            black lashes that
slowly unwrapped themselves
              from one another
and became the flicker
       of a distant fire in the woods.
Tonight, I am finally awake-
           to witness how the
crescent moon waits silently
           for her starry poetry
before the world spins again.
          Truly, hours of darkness
made their home
            on her soft skin.

O’ beloved, the way you became the night
        and how the dusk
embraced you
       along the arches of your collarbones-
left this soul gasping for more.

My mind formed many more verses,
      To sing to you-
For I have finally found you-
          Amidst the thousand lost stars.

Leaf, one of us, on our own,
Seeking for the pure truth in the horizon,
Drifting in the vast ocean,
They said the world is round,
I believe those mortals,
For they believe mocking death.
I see the light, do you?
If darkness ever dares to steal your soul,
You have my ripples to navigate you.
I am just a leaf, on my journey.
Tracking every sunset, now and then,
Blades of my leaf feel weary.
Oh dear friend, I am in search of you,
If I ever cross path with your ripples,
I’ll own you to be my one and only.
I look like a miniature boat, made out of frail veins,
Maybe you can take a ride on me someday.
For it is strong enough to embrace you.
You will see whales and seagulls,
Creatures you only dreamt of.
Live the journey with me, my friend,
I shall not let you drown, I promise.
I will only captivate you with the art of this world,
Stories of our forefathers,
The endless love from the creator for his creations.
Come; relish this journey to the horizon!

Words have left its home,
Wonder where my story has headed to,
For today I have no poetry that rhymes.
Opened a treasure box after midnight,
Eyes of mine swelled in tears.
I read the vows and wishes of the past,
Reminisced what history had left me with.

With trembling hands and veins that felt electrocuted,
I still relived flashes of images, familiar between two souls.
You dare to sketch your own grave now,
With my desired wooden swing near your lost soul,
Strings of joy had vanished into your arms for now.
Will I ever revive them into my very own, I might ask.
Doubts of future overwhelms me,
So does what will be and not to be.

You are a pure soul to me,
I don’t understand your defense, don’t think I ever will.
For I have only written your blemishes in the sea shore,
Where the distant waves crashes in and washes them away.
The cravings of your big heart is in mine,
Where it shall remain,
If you ever want to find yourself,
Don’t you look further than the gift within your every breath.

You will find it within your divine smile,
The very light you have given to me.
Words have dried up tonight my love,
How can anyone give nothing yet have given everything?
I can’t sing a melody,
Yet you have heard my rhythm.
Did not miss on a single beat,
I wonder if that is the very reason of your presence.
Tonight I am out of my mind,
It is incinerating the life out of me.

The line before and after shall have no resemblance to one another.
For each line is picked out from an exotic memory.
Call it a prose or a message of a restless heart,
Tonight the lover of words does not care its worth.
I have called you in many names,
I have come to know you in various forms.
The giver, the lover, the fighter, the dreamer.

Whatever you maybe now or tomorrow,
Keep my love with you in your endless journey.
And grow; grow my love out of this filthy world.
It has nothing much to offer you,
So find your own freedom in the only truth.
My voice is your voice,
Use them, keep your morals glowing.

I may not be seeing your every step,
Nonetheless, my smile is immortal in this voyage.
It shall hug your smile every time it collides.
My ramblings are long when I have no directions,
Bear with me as I end my plight soon.
I love you are words that are scarce,
They always have been.
They are just words imprinted on screens or papers,
My love is like nature,
Wherever you go, it shall invite itself to you.
Waiting for you to touch them,
Feel them,
Hear them,
Emphasize the wilderness.

You won’t need presence of this old lover,
To remind you of those etched memory.
I shall strum on an old guitar maybe,
And someday get lucky to have a ring.
That ring of life they say,
The one where they live happily ever after,
I will meet you there, I am sure.
Till then, capture my loving solitude within yourself,
As my smile fades into yours in this spiteful night.

Greenery, O you beautiful thing, barely visible in the wake of early dawn.
Amidst the darkness,dew drops form across your petals.
Sometimes visible like crystals at my lawn.
I look through you, the ray has hit your window,
As I try to grasp the details you reflect like a mirror,
You perish upon my gentle touch,
And here I thought you would turn into gold.
Oh my, I sure am getting old.
Searching for answers within the dew drops of the early dawn,
Knowing everyone just started to yawn,
And lift their sleepy heads,
Here I am standing,wondering where do these dew drops lead to.
Dew drops,you are like ripples of tiny bubbles,
But sometimes,I feel you are the tear drops that fall from the eyes of my own.
And sometimes,I think you are the drops of love from the vast ocean,
Endless,with no edges or corners,
Perfect in your own solitude.

Some fleeting moments pass by-
             like golden hues
                     carrying magic
that is only felt
              when all comes to an end.