As simple as can be
Will you really see
Or am I only coloured
Less than me?
As simple as can be
Do you really wish to know?
Or would you rather be
Entertained by a show?
Well..

I am not simple, as eyes deceive
I am a being expressing prolific glee
I am effervescent vapor and bio-luminescent glow
I am the petroleum covered mocking crow
I am unrelenting desire to know
I am of the past-reflect on woe
I am content with this now and resume my flow
I am the journey of a star's light
I am why snow can fall on a cloudless night
I am all that was and ever has been
I am the paradox with the Cheshire grin
I am the relapse of the eldest fear
I am the softest touch of a hand held dear
I am fantastic vivid details
And every one is genuine

As simple as can be
I am humanity
I see you
Do you see me?

i walked in a garden
i saw roses, daisies, bougainvilleas
pagoda and peonies too
and somehow they reminded me of you

the roses reminded me of your lips
how it's so red and lovely
how it curves whenever your smile along with your eyes
how it separates when you laugh

the daisies reminded me of your eyes
how it slowly blooms beautifully in morning
how lovely when it slowly closes at night
how chatoyant it was when touched by light

the bougainvillea reminded me of your being
how you stood strong despite everything
how you stayed lucent and beautiful
how you let yourself bloom in many colours

the pagoda reminded me of your skin
how it's yellowish and eternally beautiful
how smooth and soft it was
how selcouth it seems in my retina

the peonies reminded me of your heart
how it's still exquisite despite of its fragile figure
how it's still eesome even though it looks wrinkled
how it stays strong and pulchritudinous

walking in the garden felt serendipitious
it felt like walking
inside your existence
and i liked it.

The milk of human kindness,
a bitter tincture to swallow,
hold the nose, sip it down,
malaise caught in a furrowed frown,

never to bite the hand that feeds,
just gnaw at the skin until it bleeds
the masters table has room for all,
fain take our fill from the crumbs that fall.

I peer at the bottom well where I draw from cerulean waters;
Chablis of the worn out grape harvester,
your eyes intoxicate me;
You are the solace granted to the weary me,
the balm of my heart;
I accept to be a castaway with no beacon for guidance,
as long as I wreck in your coasts;
how delightful it is to abandon oneself!

At times...
I see your very beauty shape shift before my eyes,
my soul mate...
Could it be this alchemy we tried to achieve on?
Has Hermes Trismegistus given away his secret?
May this shaft of light traverse us endlessly,
as dusk never befall our zenith

Your apodyopsis
Is enticing
And
Every single part of me
Is entangling
In this gaol
Of carnal insecurities
And fervent longings.

S.N

If I had a mountain for every time I thought of you
I would have a mountain range twelve times the size of the Andes,
So long it could wrap around the earth twice
And then some.
A lifetime of plate tectonic ruminations,
The lithosphere colliding where I fell in love with you;
That’s what I would have.
And I could spend another lifetime traversing
All of the ridges and the pinnacles and the icefalls of you.
I would reach every summit and look out
Across the endless expanse of you laid out before me,
And it would be the most spectacular view.

As I traveled through my mountain range
I would make a map because, while I don’t particularly mind
Getting lost in the thought of you,
I would like to be able to find my way back to my favorite places.
But like any good cartographer,
I would include copyright traps -- Things that don’t actually exist;
Valleys and cliffs that only I could have projected --
So that no one else could ever duplicate this.