home is where I hear your footsteps rattling the foot boards,
resonating at the same frequency of my heart's undulating palpitations.
home is where I feel your haunting presence persistently
passing through these crumbled walls of mine.
home is where I see you in the mirror every time I look for me.
home is where you twist, turn and shake up the whole **** house.

home is wherever you are, no matter how far.

I
All lovers past
fade into footnotes
in the book of your life.
II
You are the central character,
the setting,
the plot,
the conflict
and
the resolution.
So
Don't ever let
a mere footnote
take over the "your story."
III**
It's your **** story,
and you deserve
a happy ending.
(unclogged of your past.)

I
Oh life, you unfulfilled *******,
All seeing eye of admonition,
You unfair precinct of justice,
You incredulously cruel myth,
Oh, How I hate you
Oh, How I want to leave you
Oh, How I love your counterpart more,
Death.
She seems easy and trouble free.
An impenetrable kingdom of night.
I wish I could fade into oblivion sometimes.

II*
I'm three year strong of my grand depression.
It's not always there now,
but it is.
And so am I.
And so are you.
And so is my lacuna,
my friend,
who invivorogated my sense of purpose,
who gave me a reason to live.
She has been
My net I fall onto everytime
you push me down from the trapeze act of my passions.
The medicine that nurses my wounds when you leave me bleeding.
My ventilator as my soul was dying a slow sad death.
When you **** all my hope away
she plants it back again deep in my heart
impervious to your morbid touch
tightly sealed with her warm kiss.
I am scared to be happy because of you,
because every time I am happy
you decide to give me a new **** reason
to be ineffably sad.
You know where it hurts me the most
which parts of me, is most tender and vulnerable,
you know my weaknesses
you use it against me like an old friend who is now an enemy.
Why can't you just let me be ?
I'm tired, so **** tired.
It's alright.
I have my love,
and I'll make it through the day
and spit in your apathetic face.
I ******* hate you,
though you are beautiful okay.

Your fingers dapple the contours of my face,
like layers of a warm blanket
you peel back and
rest beneath my skin.
This sheer vulnerability.
I'm prejudiced to feel unguarded
and I'm afraid.
Not of you, but of love.
Of the things it would do to me.
Of the scars it will leave behind.
God, I'm trembling again...

Your kisses calm the waves
crashing against my skull.
I'm terrified
of love
and the autopsy it would do on me
once I'm lifeless after you've left me.

Still breathing but not alive.
I don't want to be a casualty of love again.
My stitched together brokenness will
surely break this time again under it's heavy toll.

But I'll do it again, for you and for me.
Because I love you. And Us.
I'll set aside the love for me, to love you more.

More than everything,
Because I love *love.

I never believed in angels,
until I met you.

Salinity is the oar of my lungs,
as I crawl with busted knees and
drag my legs across the bottom of the sea
onto an island of your heart of night.
My pale feet embalmed in your grainy shore
colouring it  maroon.
Your violet light shining through my darkness.

You are my rebirth even after I've died a million times.

Leave me out in the dark
I'm not your playground of destruction
that you run to during your recess.

chiseling the grass,
sharp as sickles.
thrashing your leather whip
on the dusty ground
with an unerasable frown.

Strangling it around
the rusty bridles
of my broken swingset,
ripping it out from root down
at the twitch of your wrist.
Straddling my worn out see-saw
imbalanced by the wreckage of time
prance around until it
shatters into a million steel slivers,
While your hair brushes the clouds
while you have the first taste of rain
and feel the chill of snowflakes against your skin.

But this playground,
this zealous monument,
was built for
a higher purpose.
It's a place where
streams overflow,
wildflowers grow,
solace to the fireflies afterglow
& poetry readings during
seasons of snow.

If it does not stand for it's purpose,
my trembling hands will flick
a matchstick on the the wick of the trial
to arsonate it's submissiveness
and eat it's dispossessed soul.
It's flames will touch the
cradle of the crescent moon.
And from the ashes

I will rise,
*the Undying Light,
the Untouchable Night.

If you love me,
Won't you let me know ?
If you don't,
Won't you let me go ?

i) Countless casualties
lost and faded
among
the shipwrecks
of
broken hearts
caused by
indented rocks of love.

ii) The docks seamless
with the horizon
swarmed with infinite
paper sails and boats
resting in the warmth
of the tranquil sunset,
the sunset. The Sunset.
An undertone of *love.

I lost the quintessence
of my rainbow beaded being
along with
the calligraphic indian feather pen.

The blood from my arteries
are replaced with black ink on paper.
The ingenuity of it all.
How much I despise it
the unoriginality ?

Not feeling me in my own words.

If our love's a burning building,
you'd be the first person
to rush out at the stink of smoke.

I'd stay to preserve
our memories
To save all that is left of us
before it turns to ash.

Even if I get burned.

In a society where
people shunt you
for being different,
label you crazy
for writing words
that don't make sense to them.
I have found acceptance
in this shelter home
for meandering souls,
a place to rest my bones.
It gave a shed
to my passion filled heart
from the calamities of life.
And armed it with a pen.
My heart felt
homeless
no more.

I  have found like minded people
who provided me with,
the support of friends.
The comfort of family.
The coziness of home.

Thank you Hello Poetry
for being that home.

As your weary frame shudders,
as your bones quiver
at the resounding echo
of the wailing wind blowing
your spirits with the leaves of
an unforgotten winter,
encompassing
the familiar loneliness that
outshines bliss.

And when the days are
overshadowed by your fears
and the shoals of the ocean waves
crushes your soul against
the condescending
cluster of rocks
cloaked with
your hopes
and your dreams.

I will carve my heart out
for you.
I will build a home in
it's place,
to protect you.
And set myself on fire
to keep you warm.
I'll stitch a happy smile
on my face even when
you & I are drenched
in our tears.

Your emotionally dilated eyes,
Your supple rosy lips,
Your star embossed body,
Your sonorous voice,
Your mellifluous music of words,
Your mystical aura,
You’re magic.
Your angel envying face,
Your soaring grace,
Your burning passions,
Your reflecting bliss,
Your besmirching confidence,
Your temporal madness,
Your look of despondecy.
Your rainbow smile.
Your moonbeam walk of life.
Your sunshy love.
Your,
You.

Sometimes all they’re on the outside
is all they’re on inside.
There’s nothing to dig deep
and search for.
What you see is what you get.

My tight pressed lips,
against Your tangent hips.
Our hands yield
to the symphony of surrender.
Lay your defences down,
Let our hearts pour out.
Scantitly clad souls,
Semi naked hearts,
Ever so vulnerable.

There are things
far more important
than ourselves.
There are things
that we love too much.
that it hurts.
even to let go.
In our midst,
it is each other.

''May I have the final dance under
this perishable moonlight ?''

If only tears could
wash away
our sadness
and love could
fill the emptiness
in our broken hearts.

I'd rather be  in the company of ghosts
than be among people
who make me feel alone.

I feel trapped inside my own lungs.
Like a tribe without a leader.
A wolf without a pack.

I feel lost.
without
you.

You are like my
favourite advisory column
among all of my
favourite magazines.

foggy eyes, cradling delight
dwindling sigh, enchanting lullaby.
moon white as paper knight.
moon white ganache of frozen/forbidden thoughts.
search party for the Sun
even when it’s hopelessly bright.

Time is an illusion.
But love, oh love is real

Your eyes can implode supernovas,
summon waves at the bottom of the sea;
swallow the abyss in me.

Unanimous passenger
Motionless in the front seat
Noose dyed bow-tie.

Scavenger of wayward souls
Resurrect the water flowing under pale feet.

Scarlet wishbone lucky charm conch believer.

Hope falls, Faith hills.

I’ll plunge into placid vacuity
and swim among the stars
in search of your abiding eyes.

The yellow taciturn
highlights of your room
The glistening of your crystal eyes
Snow globe domicile
Star studded decorum
Infinity unfaded in
the ribbon of our embrace
Recurring dreams of
our hypothetical life together.
And dreams apart.
Seperate our bodies but
not our souls nor our hearts.

I
Heaven is the sparkling sound of your voice,
when my thoughts are overwhelming my soul,
the past is gnawing at my bones.

II
Heaven is slow dancing with you
with your feet arched on top of my soles
to the ambient theme
of your favourite jazz song
on a cold twilight night.

III
Heaven is your warm embrace
when I’m breaking inside
bones rattling, soul quivering
when I’m breaking inside.

IV
*Heaven is a place on Earth with you.

You are that warm and cozy feeling
that rests beneath my lips.
You are the winter time chills
You are a metaphor for beautiful.
In every sense of the word.

Your deep seated treasure trove of words on love
layeth at the throne and is sealed in a crystal case,
meant to be broken in case
there is an a famish in the kingdoms,
an unquenching,
an unending,
an unfading
hunger for love.
The haybarn of mild prosperity.
It transitions with frequencies
ranging from the cosmic dimesions of the galaxies
to the unforgiving, mauve depths of the ocean.
It resonates with my ambivalent soul,
at an existential level
as thy velveteen buds
are of my photvoltaic stem.

My sadness is like a refugee
seeking temporary recluse,
and then decides to make
my soul it’s permanent home.
ripping apart the belongings
of the subsequent owner,
goes by the name of happiness.

turning me to stone.