Words have left its home,
Wonder where my story has headed to,
For today I have no poetry that rhymes.
Opened a treasure box after midnight,
Eyes of mine swelled in tears.
I read the vows and wishes of the past,
Reminisced what history had left me with.
With trembling hands and veins that felt electrocuted,
I still relived flashes of images, familiar between two souls.
You dare to sketch your own grave now,
With my desired wooden swing near your lost soul,
Strings of joy had vanished into your arms for now.
Will I ever revive them into my very own, I might ask.
Doubts of future overwhelms me,
So does what will be and not to be.
You are a pure soul to me,
I don’t understand your defense, don’t think I ever will.
For I have only written your blemishes in the sea shore,
Where the distant waves crashes in and washes them away.
The cravings of your big heart is in mine,
Where it shall remain,
If you ever want to find yourself,
Don’t you look further than the gift within your every breath.
You will find it within your divine smile,
The very light you have given to me.
Words have dried up tonight my love,
How can anyone give nothing yet have given everything?
I can’t sing a melody,
Yet you have heard my rhythm.
Did not miss on a single beat,
I wonder if that is the very reason of your presence.
Tonight I am out of my mind,
It is incinerating the life out of me.
The line before and after shall have no resemblance to one another.
For each line is picked out from an exotic memory.
Call it a prose or a message of a restless heart,
Tonight the lover of words does not care its worth.
I have called you in many names,
I have come to know you in various forms.
The giver, the lover, the fighter, the dreamer.
Whatever you maybe now or tomorrow,
Keep my love with you in your endless journey.
And grow; grow my love out of this filthy world.
It has nothing much to offer you,
So find your own freedom in the only truth.
My voice is your voice,
Use them, keep your morals glowing.
I may not be seeing your every step,
Nonetheless, my smile is immortal in this voyage.
It shall hug your smile every time it collides.
My ramblings are long when I have no directions,
Bear with me as I end my plight soon.
I love you are words that are scarce,
They always have been.
They are just words imprinted on screens or papers,
My love is like nature,
Wherever you go, it shall invite itself to you.
Waiting for you to touch them,
Feel them,
Hear them,
Emphasize the wilderness.
You won’t need presence of this old lover,
To remind you of those etched memory.
I shall strum on an old guitar maybe,
And someday get lucky to have a ring.
That ring of life they say,
The one where they live happily ever after,
I will meet you there, I am sure.
Till then, capture my loving solitude within yourself,
As my smile fades into yours in this spiteful night.
