"Never should you ever give up" was always her call
My reply was; Darling, what if I fall?

He will catch you, show you the right path
In a moment, my mind was back to the times of drought

I stood, I crumbled, I climbed, I flew
But who was behind this, knew only a few

When quiet-screams echoed in silences
Who shielded (you) wretched, in times of violence

It rains, thunders, it shines again
His remembrance alone will keep you from being vain

A sigh, a tear, and a gentle prayer
Was all, my Darling, wanted to hear.

I am but my own foe.
A mere shadow of poignant speculation.
A culmination of nightmares,
An ugly tainting facade of fantasies.
A palatable fluid, ample to make one vanish.
A perpetual glamour of wondrous thoughts.
A package of slain ambitions.
A puzzle, static, unresolved.
Uncertain of genesis,
A mystery unfit to resolve.
I am but my own Frailty.
A dream not to cherish, but to disregard.
I am, or am I?

Scent of ocean on his hair,
Im so far
yet it pierces my chest.
Smell of crushed leaves,
On his fingers which he'd snapped to get
my attention
Telling me that I'd been zoned out,

It was his smile, a little tired
Lack of sleep, or a tough day I couldn't decide
Are you ok was just the surface,
Yet I hesitate to scratch it, let it made a scar.
Dance of a few words, and a few hellos
and goodbyes
Hallway interactions with unsure glances
But the sparkle in his eyes compliments
the harmonies in my soul
And though I promised to,
I couldn't let go of the strings.

Her skin sparkled and her eyes exuded love,one look is all that took that made me feel like I am in heaven up above

The night sky is incomplete without the stars,I was incomplete without her

She was the beam of light in my miserable world,in her presence my mind twirled

Her thoughts as pure as snow kindness followed,all I ever wanted to see was just a smile on your face my love

Imagined our love as eternal as the waves at beach,in your absence my heart would screech

We picked the most beautiful flower for your bangle,God chose you to be his graceful angel

To our abode from the grave my tears trailed,the rest of my life your love was jailed

All the days we lived loved and laughed together,wish we could do them forever

Weeks turned into months months into years,every moment without you felt blue my dear

All the joy in my life vanished, now death is the only thing promised

Yes, you were right. You saw through me,
unraveled me like an old threadbare coat,
left me standing, exposed, stripped of my clever disguises.
And yet, I lied.

Why? Perhaps out of habit,
perhaps out of some wretched instinct to survive.
Or perhaps because the truth—raw, naked, merciless—
is more unbearable than the lie itself.

You wanted honesty,
as if truth could bring us closer,
as if it were not a blade waiting to cut us both open.
But I know better.
The world does not want truth.
It wants the illusion of it,
wrapped in softness, dulled at the edges.

So I lied.
Not because I did not trust you,
but because I could not trust myself
to be seen as I truly am.

No bed is mine,
If I lay not with her.
There is no home for me,
If I cannot hold her, gazing into the sea.
I am citizen to no country,
Unless it is the territory of her lips.

she loved like the first rock in the rings of saturn
solitary circling space flotsam
still invisible. not yet beautiful

she loved like the first eye formed
in the primordial ocean.
what was ever less seen

she loved like the first word.
what so fully shaped, so fully intentional
was less understood

she loved like the first note,
some harmonic oscillation played by a nascent zephyr
on a Pangean chasm; heard only by what some call god
and others called nothing - well before there words or eyes
or rings of saturn

and she loved like the last love
the whimpering call of the last dodo on its last day
a requiem for a dream always realised too late

Sea pecks sand with tidal kisses
salt spray perfume reminisces
granular tingling in curves on shore
toe curled footprints shifting floor

flooding valves and deepened flush
foaming roar and heaving rush
'til surf sweeps scene with praticed care
a promise there was nothing ever there

In the quiet moments when the night is deep,
When sorrow lingers, and the tears may seep,
Remember, love , your mom's embrace,
In the gentle breeze, in the warm sunlight's trace.

She walks beside you in every step you take,
A guardian angel, for your sake,
In the echoes of laughter, the memories shared,
Her love lives on, forever cared.

Your dreams, she'd say, pursue with might,
In every challenge, find your light,
For in your journey, she takes part,
A silent cheer, a beating heart.

Though words may falter, and emotions swell,
Her love's a story only your heart can tell,
She'd want you to live, to soar, to fly,
With each passing moment, reaching for the sky.

So when the days feel heavy, and the road seems long,
Remember her words, like a comforting song,
In your heart, she resides, a love so true,
Guiding, watching, forever with you.

Your dreams, her wish, a legacy to start,
Carry them proudly, let them fill your heart,
For in pursuing them, you'll find a part,
Of the love she left, an eternal art.

she's married, but you're lost in between the sheets of her four poster bed
and rational words like,
stop, and,
this is a bad idea,
are far from your head.
she's married, but you're thinking you could see a future if you squint hard enough
she's married, and you are too, but more to the idea of love
not so much to the guy sitting across from you both asking you how your day was.
and there are things in this world that you simply don't touch unless you want to get burned
like poison ivy or fire
or brown haired
green eyed
fair skinned liars
just to name a few.
she's married, but her lips taste just like honeydew and
there's a little piece of her inside you and
everywhere you go
everything you do
you can feel her
i mean, really feel her
but she's married, so there's not much you can do
she's married, my love, just-
not to you.