You look into her eyes, hypnotised,
Not drawn to beauty, but what lies underneath,
Tunnels of treasure, secrets and worry,
What made her so?
She'll meet your gaze, with unspoken words,
Daring you to look below.
I waited for the doomsday,
And the moment when my remnants will be the aftermath of the catastrophe.
When my breaths will be absorbed and fade into the cosmic presence of souls that knew of the heart-wrenching saga that agonised my tears.
I waited to achieve solace
I waited for immortality to pull me back into the clear waters and skies concealed by veils of clouds.
Impatient as I always was, I turned the placid ocean inside me into a whirlpool of destruction by the todes of thoughts that drowned me and drenched the ones in the vicinity.
The happenings inside me enticed the door and allured it into an early arrival.
The sensous dusks and infatuated, restless dawns sublim...
My soul curled up like a lost, exhausted being goes to sleep amidst the freezing temperature to warm itself up because the coldness of events had turned it numb. I got reminded of the warmth your breaths engulfed me in. Gently, as they crawled on my ageing skin to embrace it. I stood in the middle of a somnolent town where the languid breezes screamed your name out in the hollowness of my heart in an attempt of a perpetual reverberation so that you reside inside me, your name oscillates in the hollowness that resides inside me. Because as much as I was a part of my own self, much more was I yours. As much as my heart throbbed to keep me alive, much more did it pump your remembrance to each ti...
I fell for you like the brownish crumpled leaves fall off the exhausted trees every autumn. Softly like the snowflakes fall in the winter to paint the entire vicinity in white. And obviously as Shakespeare quoted "No winter lasts forever, no spring loses its turn", spring had to come for I blossomed with life in your presence. I danced like the teardrops dance with the wind. I was as scintillating as the stars around you when they're around the moon. Brightening up their lives unknowingly. But little did I realise, I was in the dark sky. The leaves fell not because they were crumpled but because they had lost life, they fell in summer, sucked out of life by the scorching sun. The snow painted...
Life was a labyrinthine
And dooming days
And tearing souls
Altruism fading away
Into the dim lights
Of the moribund stars
That I talked to.
A sky that was engulfed
In the pallor
Of a lover's steady heart.
The globe was under
Encapsulated deep beneath the Earth
And a whining grave.
A saga untold,
Flew in the air
Until a pen captivated the feelings
And trapped them on a piece of paper.
The paper didn't wane
In the juncture of life.
And the lover breathed in the grave.
Are you still there? Will I still find you there? Above the aisle, under the lit chandelier with the light reflecting off your face with an intensity and luminosity that can put the outer space to shame? Will you still be there draped in a veil of love and your Kohl laden eyes shifting their balletic gaze from me to the ground as you shy away from any contact of our love smitten pupils?
Will you still be there in the park, resting your head on my shoulder and absorbing the aesthetic view and infancy of blossoming childhood with adorable sighs? Will you still be there on the crowded roads, holding my hands and scared of the oncoming traffic, looking into my eyes to help you cross the road? Wil...
There was this tangible ache in my heart.
There was this oscillating restlessness deep inside my bones.
There was this unbearable helplessness in the narrow crevices of my soul.
There was this insatiable craving in the breaths.
In the somnolent towns, there was a hurricane inside me.
And you were the one who could turn it into a placid ocean
The aftermath destructing me with memories.
Where I fought an unseen, silent battle after having defeated the catastrophe.
In the silence,
My heart throbs beat loud, trying to convey the pain.
Not through tears this time.
And in that blurry loneliness,
With your absence
And my cravings
I shattered again like the mere tiny drops of fragra...
While crossing through my mind
Halts for a moment
And questions me
If I still remember you.
If I still love you
And if I still live you.
Your mellifluous voice
Reverberates in my ears
Your eyes stare into mine
And pierce through into the soul.
The heart throbs start oscillating slowly now
And the fragile tears let go off the emotions.
Your feeble laughter
The softness of your hair
Your smile embraces me.
Love stole a lifetime from me,
For it required one
And when you came around,
It gifted me that stolen lifetime back
To make our story immortal
That the lovers rejoice every autumn
And forget every spring
For a perpetual cycle of ...
Taste the tobacco off my chapped lips once again
And let me embrace your shattered soul
To fix it with my not so resilient but warm breaths
To melt your skin
And mould you back into the person I loved
Let me kiss the pain
From that broken heart
That drenches your eyes
And drowns your dreams
In those saline tears.
Let me taste the gore
Dripping off the narrow crevices on your skin
That engulfs you in bitterness
For I know,
In it's particles
Love still breathes.
Let us for one last time
Intertwine into each other
To disentangle our own selves.
Shower me with your presence for one last time
So that for this once,
When you depart
You don't take a part of me along.
In summers I sat by fire
With a muffler choking me
And my breaths freezing.
I took solace around the snow
Lying naked on the white sheet
Barely concealing the chapped skin.
In autumn I held tight to the loose branches
And the colorless world.
I let go of life
To lie crumpled, like a leaf
While everyone bloomed.
I sat in a corner
In utter darkness
And when it was day
With my eyes closed
I searched everywhere for the light
The faint ray of hope
I loved you when I couldn't even get myself together
When I couldn't even love
And hated you when I was all in love with you.
I wish you understood
I wish you realised
I wish you mended
This unbroken so...
The best and most beautiful things
in the world cannot be seen or
they must be felt with the heart...
May we never miss
a dream to fight for,
a project to be done,
something to learn, a place
to go and someone to love...
I was an itinerant
Wandering on the path of heartbreak,
And when I was lost,
My footsteps leading the wrong way,
I knew you were still there.
Like the pole star,
Up in the horizon that was devoid of life, or colors
Guiding me with your love.
Turning the storms inside me,
Into a placid ocean of memories
Drenching the ocean with saline tears,
Like a metronome.
Taking away the tedium
Moving across the sky looking balletic
Overshadowing the beauty of the moon,
As you light up the night sky, now too seraphic.
I quivered slightly in the melancholy,
With a tremulous voice
I scalded in your existence, yet again.
You saddened me with your stolidity,
And yet spangled my soul.
I squinted a...
I am not myself anymore;
so many emotions that
I am not able to feel
not even a little,.
I don’t have
a vision, not a future.
In the deepest monstrosity,
through the merciless wheeled of time
I found myself alone,
without words, without light,
without that soft and warm ray of light.
Divine light, that came from the sky,
a gift from the universe itself.
But my only hope and salvation has became my punishment.
Real love is all I want,
but day by day
I’m loosing it,
I’m loosing my only weapon that I can use
to I can fight to stay alive.
Destruction is falling on front of me.
Fire and completely chaos
has became my home.
An endless suffering,
anxiety, just gained a big part o...
After your departure,
You're somewhere stuck in the labyrinth
Of our cheerful memories
Cherished every night with a cup of coffee,
Before the dawn exploits their volatility
And vaporises them.
Your existence holds me captive
And I caress the memories,
The pain that makes me gasps for air
Is transited to words
Words, woven into sentences.
And these entwined alphabets strike hearts
You're lost in a world unknown
Immeasurable distance apart.
The world you're lost in, is there no sorrow of broken loneliness?
Or the quietness
Of a silent torment.
For you're more than just poetry,
And way beautiful than art.
Each tear that drenches the chapped skin
Of my cheeks every night
Wishes to ...
In pain I found love,
And in love I found pain.
What a vicious circle life is, my dear friend!
For in remembrance I found solace,
Solace for eternity,
And when I walked on the path of time,
Eternity was intertwined with infinity,
Amidst these tangled strings I found you again,
And I couldn't help but fall for you,
Over and over again
After all this time.
After all these seasons have gone by.
For my love is autumnal,
And you're the summer warmth.
You might not be there in my vision whenI breathe my last,
And I don't want to bid adieu to this world without being held captive by your eyes.
What if depart without your presence around me?
This is the thought that scares me,
For my heart knows no tunes apart from your mellifluous voice's melody,
Free me of this fear, my dear love.
For this aching heart wants a last memory rather than a fear during the final asphyxiation from the air of regrets.
"You'll quit smoking, I know."
"I don't know if I'll be able to." I replied.
"Oh, I know!" She replied, too adamant.
"How do you put so much of faith in someone who doesn't trust his own self?"
"That's the power of faith, my friend." She hit back.
"I've seen the powerful without power, the rich without bread and the broken without love. And that's life, my dear friend. Wrinkled faces smiling and teenage hearts aching."
"You write so beautiful. All that time you spend in smoking and drinking, why don't you spend it in writing?", came the question.
"That spirit is a magic potion that let's out the supressed words. A river of painful words from plethora of mistakes."
The sombre sky of this languid evening was very much different today, perhaps because I didn't have to ache my neck and crane it upwards to look at it but instead, I just had to gaze down to see the clouds floating like damp cotton balls, as if they seized some pain inside them, collecting miseries of souls above whom they hovered. 35,000 feet above the ground , high above; amidst these clouds of sorrows, I stared out of the tiny window into oblivion to see the horizon painted in different shades of soothing fire of passion. Of compassionate love. Of shades of red, orange and yellow.
A flock of birds flew by as if to peck the floating yet stagnant clouds to mould them into messages for a lo...
Travelling gives me happiness,
It is the different cultures that I love to witness.
I am here at Indonesia,
My feelings want to ooze out but I feel I'm under some strange anesthesia.
Its not because I'm at a new place,
But the fact that it was my husband that flew me over the airspace.
It was the best flight of my life,
I'm sure my husband felt the same, flying his wife.
Its just the beginning, waiting for many more to to come,
Being the pilot wife and getting all the extra attention is so much fun.
Wishing you all the success, may you keep flying high,
Looking forward to spending lesser time at home and more above the sky.
Love you Garry❤️