hyperdia

Sound of your heart beat

smell of your skin

that touch of you lips

your fingertips

they used to be my lullaby

you know I'm a romantic

always crying far from reality

tears were never meant to be shed a worth

generously squandered

to the sea

was that the fragment we've anticipated to own?

I closed my eyes and tried to greet you

It was natural, it was predictable

but I cannot seem to forget what you always bring along with

it was natural, it was predictable

Gauge not, I cannot tell

what is this

how do I come to have you missed

Let us kiss

I'll send you to the sky

signed and sealed

laid under a granite

is a piece of paper

crinkled, torn and shrunk

after rain and shine


inhibitions set free, documented

forgive my opulence

my dreams are merely like yours

they shoot like a skylon, unknown to the unknown

know not of edges and curves

it is these moments that I am sensitive to reflections

shadows

illusions

are you my voice

sinking within the depths of soil

were you trying to talk to me

were you stealing me away

off the shelf?





I only wish that you do not loathe

you do not hate

of what I cup with my hands





undelivered 

light from the window pane

good morning

eyes wriggled under the lids

a gentle call from the morning sun, unmistakably 

an intersection of references

you were there

real, touchable

sitting on a wooden chair, on my right

you said something, something encouraging

you smiled, like the sun

and of course, backed by the generousity of his light, very much lucid

I can't tell if it was a dream; I drive them manual - usually

but I was happy to see you, it was... believable

if that is how you chose to pay me a visit

if that is how you have your deepest intentions conveyed

I got it, and it stays close to me

eyes wriggled under the lids

enveloped by warmth of a certain temperature

it was human, it was soft

it was the sun and you, maybe

without a doubt 

lake grandeur

Pressured put on both quads

knees bent slight

I played you in the mind 

you accessed to leave

just so I go few inches shorter

I smiled

the gentlest that I could remember of 

smooth like butter

this is how I will have you stored

first hand experience now transmuted via lens

it felt much better

to put yourself away from a solid presence 

and one day I can play you to life

it would be interesting to watch

it was nil but a mistake 

I'll see you at the other side

graceful rigor

I wasn't chasing

no, this is not a chasing game

already lopsided, yes, sensible -

but I can not fathom

then an equation formed, a reaction

inside, I was searching

searching for you

A consequence observed

our worlds written to part

sides overlap but never the whole, like egg whites

little things we hear about each other, without the intention

reaching out to you wasn't meant to be going against the odds

I was calling for you

that spurred a life, itself

I will be always left along those

perimeters you marked

cautious,

measuring outcomes

...I won't do you harm

can't you see?

there are no rules to play by

just what the gut says

what the heart says

and there, so much more to find out 

about you, and how you do it

say, how you fly without looking back

or how you like your bed to be made

as simple

can't you see?

a state of mind

you studied

you ought to know 

girl's in anguish

and you did it anyway

reminded me of an unpleasant stream

unnecessary to be stored

was it been budged from?

too occupied to find out

or maybe, far numb from it

used to it

no, rarely do you get to know

a freeman does all that he wants 

included the not-wants

you speak like you are always in control

tactfully, almost consistently

not that I'm not willing to perceive

it just made me wonder if we've ever had our interests overlapped

some moments recalled

hardly a sign of effort

no one had to act like it;

it just didn't matter

anything more that I ought to know?

possibly

is there always something behind what's observed?

possibly

I'd often dream of being a director but I'd never wish to fit 

my thoughts in your head

while the frequency fluctuates

wasn't my intention supposed to be in line with my conscious

then the subconscious?

in the evening

I washed my face

refreshed my memory of how you look like

covertly, dancing to myself

hoping that you'd not lament of getting older and chubbier

only if that applies

vivid coloured jersey

those eyes

you have her eyes

shaped like a crescent

hers strong and rich

yours laid deep in a blue myth

both effortlessly kindred

my mind wandered

they came together

how mystical


your picture must have been faded, in my head

when you let it flow, when it is required - it does

just as the others in life

maybe all that is present are merely symbolic

a form, an object, the tangibles

just as how I gazed at the thin paper stack before dawn

might as well wish you good night, watch your eyes close, then off the lights



those eyes

I remember

when they smile

they speak of a beautiful, graceful language



strange, I thought

strange for me to have that picked up