I woke under the lazy sun
warm and humid
the weather sometimes hits my nerves
maybe, one of the reason why the land stifles me
My intention grew wings
and flew to you
like a kid
throwing stones toward a window on the third floor
like a rock pigeon
resting near the window (without a post)
like the flower petals
you drop as they wilt
everywhere you go
you're just too distracted amongst all to notice
how we were designed to be stitched
when I am your sole distraction
Posterior
Our conversations, I learnt
were mapped to protrude through
a web of intricacies
sometimes our points meet
many a times, we slipped
outsmart not
not our method of execution
when I see you, we were prepared
when we don't, the ball keeps rolling
I crave for more
albeit the stream, calm as it flows
assures me with comfort
my seeds were planted;
I play no games
I've lost my ability to shield myself
before I died
I felt a tap on my shoulder earlier in the afternoon
was it you, my dear
was it you
we live in one vessel to begin with
you and I
just it seems
we'll never get to embrace each other
outwardly, audibly,
what more recklessly
my dear one
No comments:
Post a Comment