Brushing through mindless white specks.
Soaring between jagged decks.
Pudgy trembling little pillows.
We've left the lithosphere down below.
Wishing I could run my hands through these marshmallows
Like I ran my fingers through his deep brown hair.
Swiveling, shriveling, ascending
I breathe the sharp cabin air in.
Layers and layers of cottony mounds
Can I just spoon them on to my lips now
The way his caressed my pout?
I'm so unaware.
As the messy streaks became distant,
The déjà vu in pattern had me stunned.
Illegible madness at the very bottom,
Transforming into something more figurative going above.
Like I was lost and consumed to begin with
But graduated to understanding love.
I smile wide from ear to ear; we may have lost chemistry,
But in every walk of life, our sparks will remain an untold story.
Pounding in my head were the gunshots,
And in my heart were the bullet wounds.
Yet I survived, and now I'm happy.
Courage does soothe.
I have one wish and one wish only,
To hug him tight, even if it lasts a second slowly.
He was my world, my universe.
But I've let him go and I've realized
That the universe is out there
And he's only a pair of bright eyes.
Yes we had plans, yes we had dreams.
But dreams can be ruined and plans- unaccomplished.
New plans can be figured
New dreams can be birthed.
A journey can be restarted
And a heart can be returned.
A little turbulence does come along,
A little silence can do wrong.
Much like this journey I'm on,
An expedition to learn the wonders unknown,
To hear the beat drop
And feel my heart throb.
And now I see a seamless sheet of white
Soft, silken, yet unevenly bright.
Distant cities- visible from high above,
Blocking out the push and shove.
Though I'm 20000 feet in the air,
I can still feel the love.
I feel the energy that lies underneath,
I feel the smile of a little child standing beneath.
And suddenly the unevenness disappears,
The sunlight blazes in here.
Should I pull down the blind?
Or should I let the light blind?
(And there goes my pattern of rhyme)
Funny how the same word can mean two different things.
Comical how most of us don't make any sense.
We don't fight a mystery,
We are the mystery.
We don't feel alive,
We are alive.
And the pilot makes a sharp turn
For a moment I'm uncertain.
It's like when you're so involved in something,
And you lose control, slipping and crashing,
But you get up, dust yourself,
And carry on walking.
I feel like I could go on forever with this poem,
But life won't go on anywhere close to forever.
You live everyday, even when you feel broken.
You breathe in the air, even when you feel suffocated.
You try to understand the patterns,
But you won't have all the time, because death comes once- and it's permanent.
Face it with courage,
Face it with pride.
Feel the moment,
Watch the wonders of the sky.