If in one moment I could convey to you
An eternity of my love's affirmation,
if I could plant everblooming flowers
in the places you have lied, fields of wildflowers
formed in the shape of your prone body.

Though far and wide lovers may stray
across the vast horizon running,
trying to catch the day;
our hearts are carrier pigeons
always flying back home to roost with each other.

Why run, I say, saunter,
glide like an eagle,
though you fear you may stumble.
I will send my kiss waltzing to you,
So my lips might dance and twirl with yours.

Venus glowing in the night sky
is still there, though unseen during the day.
So too my love remains
in the depth of night it is a golden sun,
in the glare of day it is a silver moon.

From burning dreams, and nightmares,
flames frozen in the clock face of the mind,
Outside your head is the warmth I carry,
through your open eyes
I project this warmth, as my body in abscence.

When we lie together, let us not speak,
I will listen only to your breathing.
All words will dry up, and we will communicate
only with our bodies. Our minds will bend
towards the singular goal, of pleasing each other.

Though I could never fathom why the creator made women like roses until I felt my thorns and petals colliding with the sun

As the wretched night falls out of my embrace
Tear drops nourishing my roots evolving to reach unto the sky

I see colour of the rainbows in my petals
Dancing in the stripes of the breeze forevermore

And like a bird's morning melody you let met know that my worth is more than diamonds

Cause a diamond is temporary but a rose is everblooming.

This language, everblooming
It has so easily poisoned us
But you dust off those empty phrases
Washing stains out of rageful exchanges
This white flag is half in your hand
And half in mine
A haphazard grocery list
Stopped at tomatoes
Continued as a list of those “we would never go there" words
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
Written like punctuation in the spills
Now I'm picking up dinner plates off the walls
So many weapons were thrown and old secrets hashed
A mess left with us drowning in the aftermath
I think the salad is now dressed in curses and ill wishes
But despite all that
I think it's your silence that will **** me

Why Poetry?
Is a question many ask
Poetry is my Entry
To a vibrant world I can bask

Why Poetry?
I can release my emotion
I am able to grow an everblooming tree
Without all others commotion

Why Poetry?
Poetry is where my heart
And soul are set free
An incandescent art

Poetry is a place for release
Poetry is a place for love
Poetry is a place for soul
Poetry is a place for emotion

Poetry is my **Home

My mind is filled with you.
My heart beats, every word you speak.
My soul has been awakened.
You're the sparkle in my eye.
The masterpiece of my gallery.
The everblooming rose of my garden.
Life is a rollercoaster ride
I want to share it with you.

Full Sun

Into delicate aerated soil
an age-old seed was planted,
an eye destined for greatness.
With the slightest spillage of
amendment an adventitious
spore awoke.

A tuber started to grow;
a thriller spreading into the
beautiful composition of
a bicolourous family.

Pollination is a pest known
to most every gardener,
but propagation shall subside.
Mulch to conserve is a heavy
yolk to bear, but,
with determination,
pistil too shall become weary.

O, Biennial,
how I beg thee for more time.
Clench thy inflorescent fist,
a catkin do not become.
Thou hast spread thou roots
into my being as an epiphyte.
Lo! Single flower, wear thy crown
and top-dress with pride
- thou art everblooming!

The art of wooing
the moon. Will you
actualize for me, this floating
in sky?

This obsession
will not go― ever, never.
Like the everblooming Van Gogh, haunts
me.Moon in the wheat fields?

Great, I will find
some brown sugar to make
life sweet.

A poem has the
prowess of a tiger in rage.
It takes hold of you like
a carnivore.

A rose, everblooming.
Petals swelling around their base.
Bounded by a timeline,
We sway and I bite down on a kiss.
Busted, bruised, swelling and pink.
My heart pounds itself out, aching, running a mile a minute.
A tear slips through my dry, brick wall features.
Dust in the wind, for I am as alone as I came into this world.

My phone starts to ring, and it's you and only you.
"Happy birthday to you!".
You call me by our name;
A Rose by any other name...
Except with you, I'm a rose in a sea of blue.
Skies as bright as sapphires, clouds as soft as silk.
I make a wish, I blow it out.
My tears dry up; My soul is a drought.
I'm found. I love your voice. It cradles and cares for me,
My leaves shed.

I love you. Remember that, too.
You're my first and my last-

"-Happy birthdayyyy tooooo yoouuuuuu! I love you, Rose."

And I love you, too.