staring contest in public transport
and the stranger’s eyes
were her passport
passed the check at customs
crossed the borders of an impulse
I was hers and she was mine
until the station

my coffee daydreams
mad with jealousy
because reality was
standing true in front of me

when a single person becomes your strength,
you feel almost powerless without their presence
right now at this very moment,
the love i have for you is the strongest thing i feel

but all good things must come to an end
one day i won't feel this way anymore
i will have carried on with my life
and you will remain as you are

if only time could halt or at least slow down
i'd be able to cherish these memories of you better
i'd preserve the way i feel when you cross my mind
because that feeling keeps me going

i'd hold onto the light in your eyes as you smile
i'd remember the look on your face as you dance
i'd keep the recollections of the red that flushes your cheeks
but i won't forget the less beautiful moments

someday my love for you may diminish
but you are the most special person in my life
and as of this very moment in time,
i love you more than anything

Lightning is the fleeting thorn of blooming thunder
The self-erasing crack into the sky window
The laceration of the clouds that left no scar
And sealed itself instantly
And bled to life bountiful
Shifting afloat in deep grey

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The lightning showed me the way
To the burning tree
The clouds were dark with worry
That I would not see
The thunder told me to hurry
Before the earth swallows me

I gulped to inhale her soul
as she sighed while it spilled

as the blood of birth

and I cried at the absence of her future

I reached to catch it before it slipped away
but these sin-slick hands couldn't grip such purity

What would I have done with it anyway?
Kept it like a genie to uncork whenever regrets weighed most?
Whenever my shame crept out?

It escaped faster than I had imagined
though no feather fell
or flutter caught my eye

into a spinning growing void in which only one word is ever said
and always in a whisper

So much of it still remains unwritten
What’s stopping you? Afraid of not getting a ten?
Every story, every verse, deserves to be entertained
For the elegance of words is yet to be measured
Unlike the outer beauty, measured in millihelens

So what are you waiting for? Grab a pen!
Undress your thoughts for only you can
The darkness of your mind is for you to conquer and comprehend
For the ones around you can’t penetrate your mind, a lion’s den
Retreat now and be deprived of the seventh heaven

No matter how well the art of climbing you have mastered
Don’t abandon the possibility of a fall
For the brightest of the light beams on interference
Do produce a dark patch on the wall

Every moment of despair is as insignificant as an ink blot
Join them all on a canvas and you have the synopsis of a great plot

Every dot, so telling, shall draw their attention  
Like light into a black hole
Maybe then you won’t be afraid of seclusion
Because from then on, words shall be your saviour, once and for all.