Thursday, August 6, 2015

Dispersion

Through every cloud,
A sliver climbs,
A rain drop here,
To lead to shine.
Through every tear,
A lightness will rise,
A sorrow there,
Turning divine.
And passing through,
Merging as one,
Through lonely skies,
Here comes the sun.

Flares Set

Dreams reflect
In lightening bolts
Burn so bright
You feel the warmth.
Soft skin,
Heart within,
Narrow spaces
Passions in.
And then burst out
The atmosphere,
Scattered through
Soft brown hair.
Skies ablaze
Orange gold,
Surging out
From shackled holds.
Clouded days makes
Freedom ring,
So passion soars
With unclipped wings.

Cords

Over the waters, seven fold expanses,
Moonlit strings tie us two together.
Whenever you tug, I will be there,
Ends apart, but forever around, I swear.

You may not see my face everyday,
My voice might not ring through your ears,
But darling, my love for you knows no boundaries.
Beyond eyes, beyond ears, through liquid smiles, through lopsided tears.

In my head you lay intertwined,
In my thoughts your consistency thrives,
In my visions of you, I see how you see me,
In my everyday is yours, as much as can be.

These strings may seem light, but like diamonds
Their strength will know but no measure.
Whenever you tug, my darling,
I will be there for you, my real treasure.

The way you were there for me all through
My life's entirety, nine months more.
My darling, my creator, my everything,
How can my heart, to you, not sing?

How can I not think back to your selflessness,
How can I not think back to all you have done?
How can my life have any purpose,
Without this orbit, my earth to your sun?

So over these moonlit strings between us,
And over these seven seas,
I send you my love with such intensity,
That with every tug, back to you,
With every untouched, every unseen,
I know you feel my love for you,
I know, in me,
That you feel.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Breaches of time

Distant spaces
Fall behind,
Foreground forgotten
Presence in time.
What lies in front
Might be in bloom,
What lies behind
Is behind you.
Unless - what you believe is past
Is really the future,
Your destined cast.
For sometimes - things you leave behind,
Catch up to you
In breaches of time.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Whisps

The final thread,
It pulls, it pulls.
Like glue instead,
So empty, so full,

The length might grow,
The distance expand,
The thread gets thin,
In both our hands.

It's thin,
So thin,
Barely visible.

Microscopic almost,
Within,
Within.

It's gone,
It's gone,
Out of sight.

But life's like that,
You know..

Not always seen,
Just felt as whisps,
Inside,
Inside.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Un-pre-dict-ability

Why let yourself be
Seasonal?
Why sink into
Routine?
The un-pre-dict-ability
Is where life lives
Unseen.
The mystery of not knowing next,
The rush of destiny,
To feel like molecules,
Stumbling,
Can offer what you need.
The weather comes,
The weather.
The un-pre-dict-ability.
This weather comes,
This weather,
It should take over me.