#travell
Would you care to share the white of clouds with me today?
unsullied, grave, immense. Our heartbeats hand in hand,
entwined salacious and intense.
Thoughts unspooled before we learned of so called sin,
the sky
remembered innocence
folds it softly,
tucking daylight in.
thanks old friend.
You knocked the bottle over
and I spilled the ashtray again .
You have given us more than we are thankful for
and I for one am glad we are not keeping score.
What grace could wound,
and yet forgive, within?
Rain and my appreciation
where to begin?
In the silver hush where tide and twilight meet ?
I know you there in the breath between the pulse of wave and shore,
a mirror made of dusk, too still,
languorous
sweet,
it asks for nothing, yet we ache for more.
A silence hums in those sweaty heartbeats
wanting more,
and more and more.
To give it all and take it all
with the ones that we adore.
A stare that cuts like a blade of grass still trembling
after rain,
apology and soft refrain.
Petrichor drunk so green so deep
it stings the watcher’s eyes,
the scent of earth that births both loss and gain,
the world remade in miniature surprise.
We bend to see,
fall as rain
and learn the soul’s disguise.
to a mother we reach for her
arms outstretched to touche
the skies.
Our moon and her pale face
on waters yet unclaimed,
spends itself in silver, bright, obscene.
Each ripple whispers what isn't named
two heart’s reflections, sharp
diamond
touching
aquamarine
We drown in longing
for what (?)
is never seen.
So moves the spark
through leaf,
through bone,
through whiskey, through air,
a light that owns us though it wears no face.
To you, does It speak ?
in color, now
in shape,
or fleeting care
not love, not truth, but some more sacred trace.
We reach, and vanish, yearning for grace.
But too often find only the ugliness of the human race.
A simple natural perfection
once gleaned.
A foolish pedestal
unrequited
challenges a heart so pure
once delighted.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 1:15 AM UTC
It was just like a war
When unexpectedly it was flawed
packing all the stuff,
it was dream when OTP volwed
3116 and the KM started proceeding
with the psycoactive sight
I had him beside playing
the tracks which went unintresting
as warmth of travelling together was more cherishing
6:24 AM the driver dropped us
Dehradhun! My,love huged his bread
calm and refilling both retained and
fed me with immensity of togetherness.
<3
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 3:04 AM UTC