I know you’ve cried about it
and even from this distance I’ve caught every single tear.
I feel you tossing & turning in my head on nights you can’t catch sleep.
We share afternoon and midnight thoughts.
I am that distraction when you’re dazed from the present moment.
That’s still me.
I’ve sensed your confusion,
your fuel from sadness and
your frustration from undeserving happiness.
I’ve learned to follow your anger to a place so deep in your heart,
even you forgot how to get there.
I just remember the way.
Its
the
same
way
we
took
to
mine.

*© 2014 Rhea Nadia

If we could just get the timing right.
If we could just be lucky for once.
If our paths would just intersect exactly where they're supposed to...

If only we said the same prayer each night, for the rest of our lives.
If only we vowed never to put one another out of our minds.

If the universe could promise us one thing...
If eternal life meant, our eternal beings,
linking up somehow and merging.

(IF)


Things would always be what they never will.
We would always have what we tried to capture.
Stars would always align just where we want them.
Our spirits would share a kiss sealed
by the weight of each footstep it took for us to finally meet.
Every breath we've taken from birth until now,
it would be worth it seven times over.

If my words met your thoughts,
your thoughts met my mind,
my mind met your body,
your body met my heart
and your heart met my hand...
This would be me touching you there,
if only we could just get the timing right.

*© 2014 Rhea Nadia

This cafe is no Starbucks.
No tea leaf&coffee; bean here.
They don't even play music.
Instead of tables and stools,
I've found myself lounged on top
of a quaint, bohemian styled sofa.
I'm figuring the target atmosphere is comfort.
Its fitting, but not for me.

Old memories are sitting on the sofa across, staring right at me.
I have to remind myself not to wave.
"Don't give in to nostalgia.
Forget us all. If you do and you come back, don't come see me."
Be that the representation of everything I have to let go.

*© 2014 Rhea Nadia

He said I was all fire and no light.
all fire and no light

I have a strong mouth with no bite.

A fitting passion but won’t fight.

I’m all shell. Empty inside.

I’m everything that won’t combine.

A cup of french vanilla with no chai.

I’m incomplete with no wonder why...

He went on calling me an archer with no aim.

Still a fire but no flame.
A soul gone unclaimed.

My celestial being has been chained.
This man said this without ever knowing my name.

*© 2014 Rhea Nadia

Some flowers never die, you know?

**© 2014 Rhea Nadia

I understand elongation is not equal to eternity.
I know that everything is temporary.
I just can’t help but recognize you as my evermore.

*© 2014 Rhea Nadia