What is love?
Love is when I look into your eyes and see my tomorrow.
No, what is love?
Love is the ability to see hope through my own eyes,
to see rainbows and to touch on skies,
love is the ability to recognize that there are,
yes, there are;
so many books unread,
so many souls untouched,
so many seeds unplanted,
so much success unattended,
so much, oh so much, left to be done,
love isn't always intimate,
love is being able to stand up for yourself so much,
that when they try to tear you down,
when they try to take you to the bin,
you can still manage to utter, "I am still a brand".

With the pureness of moon light, she roams out and about.
A butterfly hunter is also walking, out and about, seeking to take a glance
at the natural beauty of butterflies.
“Look at me she says”,
Words that hit the butterfly hunter like flashing colours of sunset
He is staring at a creature, which has golden rays raising from the hidden side of the hills
“come, lets paint some love”
A hunter hears the words, again, only this time, they hit him like, a warm peck.
Then, a butterfly glides by, its beauty enchanting, the hunter stares in awe,
What a beauty she is, the hunter tends to think.
Then, a flash light blinds him.
There is a whirl wind, of spectacular alluring colours.
A whirl wind so bright, so beautiful, it keeps moving round and round. The dance.
Rhythmic whirlwind, he feels a heart throbbing force, his heart beats to the rhythm.
This time, the butterfly hunter ignores another butterfly flying by,
Its beauty is no longer enchanting. Enchanting is a word for the peacock dance he is watching
Like Alice in wonderland
She delights him. With every new dance move, he changes into a poet.
“want a dance?” she says.
He picks a pen.

These threads in a tangle,
I cannot straighten them up.
This heart is a jungle,
It has no way out.
Crazy, lost, what do I do?
Right now when I remember,
I think of you.
Sometimes the roads that we walk,
Folk into two.
But don’t tell me that you will let this loneliness,
Be the air that I breathe.
This road of uncertainty,
Twisted and unknown.
Inevitable,
Cannot be controlled.
Sometimes in blue, sometimes untrue,
Why let us die?
When we have it to fly?
Darling, if you don’t follow your heart,
We won’t make it to mars.

I want you to look into my eyes,
And read the signs by yourself.
I want you to run deep in my senses,
To see what I have for you.
It doesn’t have to be anything tangible,
Nor do I have to explain.
I want you to get the hint,
That I am here to stay.
Girl, you got me crazy,
With your amazing features.
And I take a look beyond that,
I see an amazing figure.
Now don’t say am perverted,
For that is not my aim.
My aim is to let the world know,
How much you made me insane.
Your intelligence sweeps me away,
And so does your endless tales.
Your talks I enjoy,
Even when you mock me, babe.
I cannot see a day without you,
I am unconsciously made.
And now when the morning dawns,
I see a reason to smile.

Yes, I think I am drunk metaphorically
Because if I said, I am drunk of you
I would sound normal.

But what the mind is trying to communicate,
Is something deeper and insanely special.
I am more than drunk of you.

How do I know this? I know because
At that particular moment when I miss you
And I need you, and cannot reach you, I get weak.

I get weak to the exact description of the word
I feel almost like dizziness and afraid
I feel powerless.

To me I am in an alien world
Which you have shown my soul,
I can’t understand these weak moments.

I feel it, when I miss you, and sometimes I miss you a lot,
I need you to tell me how you are, I need to know it.
I have lived knowing and believing that I am living a life,
When you came along, you blew me apart exposing my fault lines,
Now, I know you are the secret ingredient to the best of me.

The weakness I feel, I came to learn, its panic weakness.
I am afraid to watch you get uninterested, because I have not expressly
Given you a gentleman reason as to why you should hang around.

What I have is a drunk soul, what I feel around you is a stammered, I.M.I.S.S.Y.O.U
As I wait for it to grow, I can’t have the courage not to get Panic weakness.
It’s the only silent message, my soul can send to you Ameerah.