If only some words were air,
          I would have breathed in all.
                         Inhale the lines into my lungs
And see how it heals the wounds
                That was forgotten in a mighty storm.
     If only some words were air,
Living this life would have been
                                    like seeing the sunset,
Like how suddenly winter remembers summer
                                          And like how I once fell in love.

Live dear soul, live.
The world will break your bones and more-
Live dear soul, live.
Don’t you lose the fight and just strive!
Some hands will crush you to the floor,
But your love breathes near heaven’s shore-
Live dear soul, live.

Like all beautiful things, love came,
Showered sweet dreams from stars above,
One day, he left without my name
Leaving me like a mourning dove.

What are vows if they are relapsed?
That’s how this heart gently collapsed.
Glass broken into sore pieces,
Lived my days in poison kisses.

it seems came her

adrift on mellow breezes
faintly scent o' strawberries

red dawn golden lashes  in rhythms
upon a meadow painted by
Emerson words and Van Gogh splashes

so lightly afoot
so not to spoil any of nature

listening
relaying

being
her.

Slowly I crumble
to the vows of yesterday
now I maybe alive,
but with the pouring rain
I am falling hard
against our broken road
my home is in a secluded place
far from your reach.
Alas, you still promise,
that you will be there for me-
Without knowing where I breathe.

Sometimes to utter the sounds
of love back as an echo hurts.
It hurts as your silence
sits at the edge of a hurricane.
Slowly swallowing every part of
your joints till you stumble in weakness.

Your agony-an unending chaos,
Like your beating heart-
Your chest rises and falls like the waves
in the midst of twilight,
as you breathe just to feel alive.
You belong nowhere,
Yet you run and bump into the wild unknowns.
Sometimes, you are like the forest fire,
adding fiery red to the tranquil greenery.
Dawns comes by quickly
in the world you live in-
where you wipe off that colorful mask
and declare you are just a blank  masterpiece.

These insecurities-defines darkness inside out.
Born with every broken nerves,
and sometimes with newly found scars.
They burn and heal from far,
as I build these high towers of mine.
You see lover, to be a wanderer
I have to spell freedom with my own breath.
So don't hold me down,
Let me fly.
Even if you can't be there
to hold me tight,
at least watch how I fall
from great heights.