One day you will find me too, and all these poems. Then, I will really not write anymore, maybe my days will be complete, and all will be lost. At that time, you will realize, what it's like to be someone to remember, what I love you more, because the air only leaves the smell of ink marks on the paper.
Indonesia, 9th July 2021 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
How’s this happening of me holding a pen again? Trapped in the wit and bound by each vein. My vision is blurred but my mind is clear; I’ll take a paper but there’s something I fear. Combination of thoughts made up inside my head; The part of life simultaneously alive and dead. The stars and the moon just one glance away; Nobody knows how much these eyes weigh! The eyelids are lift up to feel alive; Emotions hit and put out the main five. The dark isn’t enough to devastate; Oh it's already midnight and the following date! I can hear my name called out by the adjacent river; Winds and waves leaving me to shiver. This world is numb and cold; My soul is drifting apart and it needs to be hold. Look I am still breathing; But my hands are freezing. Yet I complete the poem and put a full stop of done; Miracles do happen, I’ve recently experienced one. Now I keep my pen & paper aside; This happens all the time and I’m always abide. Twenty-four hours of exertion and sound; It requires some peace to be found. This is an unending chain; How’s this happening of me holding a pen again? -Aishwarya Kulkarni
Our energies peaked in perfect synchronization The ultimate pinnacle of all elation Nothing in this world has a flavor as sweet As your sensual lips when our mouths gently meet Something a brain can't neatly put into a box and hide Futile analyzation of the tangled emotions kept inside What is the origin of longing I fail to repress? Desire too powerful to accurately express Confident your heart holds identical emotion Bound to each other by endless devotion Like the moon and the sun we set and we rise Take turns being the light in each others skies I look at your face and my breath is taken Right out of my chest I let you break-in Nobody else on Earth could unlock the door Though many have tried to find the key before You were the first to successfully step inside my soul And the last Because you have finally made me whole