the most frustrating thing
when it comes to a writer
is when everything
every word, every letter,
isn't enough to give justice to
the captivating picture of you
in the afternoon:

soaked in sweat,
grinning foolishly,
striking up a conversation
about coffee,
and how unhealthy it is
for me to drink
three cups straight,
to stay awake,

yet the bittersweet taste
stains my lips.

it spills down my throat,
covers my lungs,
and drowns them
with the addicting aroma
of coffee beans
and lazy dreams,
until i cannot seem
to breathe,

and the only thing
i can ever do
is to spill ink
for you.

Come into my life,
If you are cosier than
my solitude..

For
The nights are darker enough
to let me unfold my untold,
Stars are shiny enough
to uplift my mood,

Moon is blue enough
to dissolve my blues,
Ink is flowy enough
to open my truth,

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Come into my life,
If you harmonize with me
more than the nature.**

For
The water is fluid enough
to let me flow,
The sky is bright enough
to let me glow,

The winds are strong enough
to help me fly,
The mountains are mighty enough
to give me high,