What it means to leave a home that you’ve made for yourself,
is like a reluctant separation from a lover…

You never do fall out of love,-
Just out of reach.

Destiny, like the forces of nature, has made it so no matter what is in place already, it demands prominence with each new occurrence,
And you are accommodating,
For you are a mere mortal who has fleeting feelings
That no one else can feel
But we feel it all similarly.

The way I have lived my life
Does not justify the way I feel

Yet I have these feelings anyways
They haunt my head there everyday
Leaving me with nothing much to say

Complaining is a messy game

Been raised to swallow hardships
Still, remembering my privilege
I am so well aware of it,-
I probably shouldn't feel so ****.

However much sorrow
Dampens my sight

I wait for tomorrow
With all of my night

Happiness to borrow,
For others, I fight

There can only be shadows
When there is light.

Sweet Morpheus greeted me
On the grand patch of risen grass.

I lie down for a nap
Feeling vitality seeping through the dew
Which kisses the blades
Every morning and night.

The cirrocumulus and their kind
Casually flocking in the sky
I see the shapes in their crevices-
Reminiscent of something playful.

I put my ear against the earth
Not really listening,
Flecks of soil graze my face
Like a massive comb
Grooming softly
With tickling sensation.

Suddenly,
A crackle heard from the distance.

A dynamite? A firework?
A flash of lightening aimed specific?
I do not know.

I do not know.

I throw my hands towards the clouds
Soliciting them to take me away,
Lift me up to join their somnambulism
Above the ground
Detached
Like sleep paralysis.

From up here,
Everything seems nice
Because it is not vivid
Nor intimate enough
For concrete judgement.
This makes it easy to romanticise.

Reality is surreal
Surreal is happening,
Set me down in my nest on a plane of human existence
I’ll sleep through the evening
Through the noon
And the screaming
I’ll imagine
It’s something I don’t have the power
To stop.

I’ll pretend
It’s the music
That powers the rain.

I’ll escape with the stratus
Dreaming
I was in a position
To make a difference.

let’s run to the vermouth tree
let’s run up the bark
chipping off skin
showing smooth pane

you and me
you and me
just
you and me
you and me

we’ll be kings in our altitude

we’ll drink the sap
to makes us drowsy
we’ll take a nap
on the branches grand
like muscular thighs of amicable giants
planted right here in the sand

let’s run up the vermouth tree
and laze around like vagabonds
whose only inspiration is
to live
to long
and to live long

just like this horizontal wooden palace
which shall persist when we are gone
which shall resist broken innocence
for her branches always reach towards the sky
never regretting
or failing to try

its sweet earthiness
shall remind us
of the goodness of nature
as we drift to dreams

its sweet richness
fortified
reminds us of things
powerful
and magical

you and me
you and me
we’ll be befuddled atop her palms
held in her grace as we hang
as voluntary adornments
clinging on for love

returning home when the night’s to come.

until the setting sun greets us here
atop the cusp
flowerful smoke
defusing what’s become of us
while the clouds turn sad
at dusk
a must,
the rust
is true
and magnificent
and you and I
stay drunk.

Baby feet
like sugarplum gumdrops
Covered in sweetness
Only the tongue can describe

Enveloped in intrinsic tenderness
It can’t help but commit-
Akin to the kind of touch a mother holds
Her precious children with

Plush plush plush
Fluffy poodles and the smile of the old lady who sells
Candied strawberries on the street
Drizzled around the eyes of a kind maiden
Laden with tumultuous softness
That always welcomes embrace

With honey trapped in dimples
Skin smooth and supple
I sneak a nibble,
Sly and delicious
Simply nutritious
To my soul,
As it seeks this aura everywhere.

This does not mean
Weakness.
This can withstand
A million and one falls.

The echoing ripples of circles
In the pond of teardrops
Reserved for the world
And everyone in it
Seems to scan for you in a hopeful distance
Permeating constantly…

I’m merely a timid girl
Who fears rigidity and barriers
Desperate for a haven
Of feathers
Of warm rotund flesh
To retreat my head in

No matter how hard
I rub it the wrong way
It will never catch flame

And anger skips straight to a pensive forgiveness
That will continue to love and be my friend
Forevermore

For we do not keep scores
And we treasure scars
Silly enough to pick at scabs playfully
Taking the new ruggedness
Regarding it still:
Soft.
Plentiful,
With the mark of experience.

I would have loved to be your lover
Had I had even the slightest chance
As you walk over, ever so coyly
I cannot help a second glance

I’d rather live a fantasy
Than debate of different circumstance
To you, in dreams, I’d go to smoothly,
Reaching your arms,
To dance and dance.

I’d find you in my hands
Your hands
Which create gestures
Of grand romance

But I find you
Rather
Making these movements,

Towards your real lover
Do you really prance.

And I stand alone
Cold palms, lip balm
Clenching for warmth
Fingers clasping tight

And I stand alone
Watching you two kiss
And walk away,-
My heart,
A wisp.

I was temporary companionship
Filling the gap of mere preference
And it did not make the slightest difference
When I looked to you
As heaven bliss.