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redinblue Feb 2019
the moon wanes
and the sun sets,
yet my love for you,
will never mortalise
till death do us
(into) a part
redinblue Feb 2019
oh Lord let my soul be a source of nourishment for others,
let my eyes only see light and
goodness in men,
let my lips only speak kindness,
let my limbs bring benefit,
let my heart be at ease,
at peace with You,
always, in submission
to You
only love and light.
redinblue Feb 2019
what do you say, about lovers
who only exchange no words
and averted glances?

let silence speak it all.
perhaps speech can't contain what is within our hearts. none taken, none given. just left, in the eternal...
redinblue Feb 2019
either i do not exist,
or i am loved by you
i want to be nothing in between.
redinblue Feb 2019
her eyes awaken before dawn
while her soul remains in transit
between unity and separation
between a painful, intense longing
and a pretense of indifference
that would temporarily preserve
her sanity.

she walks through crowds
all she sees are sounds and colours
passing by her numbed heart
keeping her head up, she witnesses
the blue horizons scraped by buildings
the zenithen sunlight lining every object
- breathtaken by a suppressed memory,
she unknowingly lets out a silent sigh
in place of an unmentioned name,
deliberately buried deep within.

often, she pauses her thoughts to view
the vastness of the world, in hopes
that it will cause her heart's unspoken
matter to be reduced into insignificance
and she won't have to live the pain
of remembrance.

yet, how could she remove the source
of her heart's peace, and yet, how could she continue living with the torment of distance,
of uncertainty, the eternal fear
that she would be forgotten,
before she forgets.

outwardly, her form is in good health
her speech eloquent, her posture straight
her eyes dry, her walk steady,
yet inwardly, she is paralysed,
her sickness grows each day
and at night, she drowns into
sweet memories of the unmentioned
as she tells herself that his smile will
return...even if only in her dreams.

her eyes close after midnight
while her soul remains in transit
between nearness and distance
between darkness and a light
that would conclude her wait
in all goodness, in peace.
redinblue Jan 2019
why do you smirk,
at your perfectly arched eyebrows
or your thick succulent lips
or those protruding cheekbones
when all of those are bound
to soil, decay and rot,
feed for worms and maggot
of pungency and putrefaction
what do you have to be proud about,
when you will become nothing
but bones?
  Dec 2018 redinblue
Shamai
Life is all in
Perfection
It’s just that we see it
Through a shattered lens
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