How ironic it is?
To hold on
Unwritten thoughts
So many unsaid things
Composed dreams
Secrets to keep
Till the end of time

No matter
There is too much left
Next version of us

Yet
You just are
And I just am
It makes sense
To be felt

Welcome
To the present
In all ways

Things that can be felt

Sunrise
Hug
Love
Pain
Kindness
Sunset

But those who feel
Breathe
Feel life

Feel that way

Many moons ago
With sips of exotic coffee
And a fluid conversation
With a profound beauty
Laying next to her
Drowning into her eyes
With ambience so tranquil
Celebrating gravity of being
With emotive senses
And precise words

With last sip
Finally he proposed her

"Come live in my heart"
"And stay musing"
"And let me embrace you"
"At soul level"
"Like a poetry"

Looking into his eyes
With next sip
She replied

"You're welcome"
"With a vibe like that"
"You have touched my trust"
"I want to read you"
"In more ways, than one"
"Like a poetry"

No bond has
Ever lasted
If
One is
A pathological liar
And another
A psychological trustee

The light inside
Somehow
Awaits to overtake the dark

Just like that

Teacher asked a reserved student
"What do you want to be?"

He replied, "Alive"

Just alive

When a poet has
Writer's block
He will
Embrace the sky
Get lost in the oblivion
Adore the magic of
The moon
Feel the warmth

And words have a way
In words
He writes
Hello there!

If I could
I would
As it is

Thanks for the memory

Many moons ago
With sips of exotic coffee
And a fluid conversation
Laying next to her
Drowning in her eyes
With ambient so tranquil
Celebrating gravity of being
And beauty so real
With emotive senses
And precise words

With last sip
Finally he proposed her

"Come live in my heart"
"And stay musing"
"And let me embrace you"
"At soul level"
"Like a poetry"

Looking into his eyes
With next sip
She replied

"You're welcome"
"You have touched my trust"
"I want to read you"
"In more ways, than one"
"Like a poetry"