Me and You

It was never who I am that you are attracted to

but what I have,

what I own.

So that you could be associated as part of the herd

those seen to have so much potential


A self fulfilling journey

an affirmation, maybe.


No trace of concern,

not even an attempt I presume.


You were not there

despite my search

everyone reached out

You watched

observed


As I mirror your output

I may have nothing more to gain from you
     anymore

Physical

A hug is what I can give

as innate, as sincere as it sounds

no matter how much it is twisted and manipulated by the others


I agreed when you said that you are a giver

for I had the same thought of myself, once, in space

sounds like a layer, peeled and reoccurred


I do not crave for love

as much as I love to be warmth and embraced

as much ideas and thoughts of romance I'd like to put into play

No

I couldn't give in

simply because I am unlike you

Subconsciously fitting in gaps each being could do so, for you

beans for breakfast, lotus for lunch,

soup for supper?

I am a fool, I'd say

so is it true that I have nothing to lose at all?



So what - about that

it all sums of love and affection

it was all gray though

I couldn't get by the emitted melancholy

It breaks me to read between the lines

process what happened, and what is happening

to conclude that our actions do not tally with words

    words that came into the picture eventually



I wish to just not see you

for the moment

so that I could find more of myself

if you have proved me wrong that it is not worthy to fight for




In need of a downpour,
wake me up if you hear the birds chirping to your ears.

State of Being

A sea of calmness within my sight

Feels like I am within the bosom of his warm arms, strong and firm

Reality fluctuates, nothing is eternal

nor consistency should always be retained in control

but when I found you

it all says otherwise



There are just ideas and thoughts of mine that I can not hide

which I tell myself,

they have to be returned to where they were supposed to be

I wish the best of you and me,

lets work and live every moment squeezed.

Love.

Strike

Strike four

I tried to remember you contour

there is such a thing as in instant click but

whether you've wanted to take it with you

is but another potential question, too philosophical to touch at


Strike eight

our unfinished conversation

about the sky, humanity

how the world should be shaped

marriage, your mother

visuals, beauty

our perceptions

see, they are going to halt somewhere

we didn't want to hurt ourselves


One strike


figures never mattered

just as physicality never does

I never meant anything to you

how many times could one fall to learn

what's right for them


who was I to you,

or who am I to you, I asked


I must be a fool

to open myself up to you

Bialy

I shall admit before hand -

I'm not really good at this

I have used as much transparency to give

all I do is give and expect that the world would react the same 

A smile for a smile

warmth for warmth

when all that came back in return was mostly disappointing 

- it must be easier for the cycle of violence to be recycled

Most of them found love 

amongst cons and ill intentions 

how powerful love stood out to be embraced

amongst the heavily dusted lens of our perceptions

why does it have to be layered, then stood up as a sore thumb

could you possibly fall in love in the most natural circumstances

if this happens to be a preconception of what you think about love

it ends up to be a pre-condition 

a default mode set by the head

so that your illusions are capable of being adorned around it

- how beautiful you'd had that defined

But why do some choose to offer still

of being altruistic, defying ugly truths

are humans really born to be angelic and kind

or the case speaks otherwise -

Tell me

how does the world shape your views

What do you believe in

Sober-influenced

With an inch of extra honesty

I rock on the salt river - of that extra element

mixed within molecules

the receptors receive them so well

familiarized



I shall shout so loudly

indeed it is echoed in my head

the skull could only contain so much

waves hit the bone cells hard

I gave up one day

and another

and found myself washed to the shore

salt water

what was I trying to hide from myself

or the world at large



Be it the girl being blatantly absurd

I shall shout so loudly

within the thin air I shall



rindu

Coos of a Dove

Sunday morning

you were awake

how much I dragged myself with the thoughts I should travel with

to be left to wake with raw emotions

no overtones

no adornment nor obligations




Your name,

I pronounced, as I listened to myself

- is all that I can do


I miss you

hush, no one had to know

I was just speaking my mind




Good afternoon,

sweet little one.