Dandelion

I remember what you said, not

But the tone, and the breath behind it

Not sure if it was tailor made, just so you could run away

You were swift, you think

Convenience, hit and run



Moonlit me



Guess I lost it all to myself

home run; a grand slam


cause I know well, we lose each other

and died on the couch after we stabbed ourselves,

after the long, sweet smooch

of sweethearts




that,

I knew

was the last time that I'll ever get to see you

Percy Anderson

The only reason I cried was probably because I found out that it was all real.



A mere projection of the pure and most innate. It travelled through space, greeted strangers, possibly friends.



And when you sang with the only way that I could recognized, it feels like the sky is falling down.
Tumbling, like rocks on my body.



Because it is a story about us. Apologies, lines and frequencies, regurgitated.
We printed pages, so we shall not be too hard on us. On ourselves.



You teared, I was going to wipe them away.








so maybe next time you won't leave

a pinch of salt

I cannot encrypt

thoughts behind the laughter

when you stringed a smile

your eyes, tense

I was never designed to be there for you

to share your pain

we were grouped for we know gluttony

I am, thus, a floating carcass on the surface of superficiality


Apologies flicked our shoulders

our eyes couldn't meet

if this is all I am(you are) to be defined

I shall again burst into a thousand pieces

throw a prejudice and nobody shall struggle

your judgement will be always precise

your wishful analysis, please


We deserve more of the sun

so that you can be shaded

so that I can be nurtured

I wonder, if that day will come

when the moon will sink and forever

hide her appearance

our weight shall be freed

shield of gold

Shield under you sleeves as I traverse

free pass gained, no restrictions

we shall love without conditions

without fear




Because I learn that love has no flaws

we shall soar and shed the unnecessary

when you created a space

an invitation to the unknown

instantly, we were unleashed from results,

orientations




I camouflaged colours

to what seems natural

so that it would take you an extra mile

to feast and harness


it was rewarding

for the play of emotions to be protected

blessed be, by our creation

formed like burning hydrogen



an impulsive chemistry churned

is a gift I shall shower you with



because love has no flaws

poppy seeds

My principle is not to replicate

fashionable expressions, perceivably par for the course


it is all about individualism, all about me,

righteousness written bold and loud

everyone had a fair chance of participation



a faint pulse beats

the synergy of our coexistence sometimes amazes me

a wise old man brought me news

no honey, I'm not paying you extra attention

we've had our fair share of secrets



the sun announced his time of the year

reflected on the lines I sketched

I don't need a calender -

it is the right time, now

while I recalled our last conversations








that bit of a moment

I put up a weak smile - consequentially

triggered by an inner gesture


we knew

eponymous: a cycle

intensity lingered

like a cell block

perhaps a disturbed frequency

      swooshed across the bushes

the fine particles of minerals, dispersed

to be remained nameless

the cry of a phantom




vows exchanged

witness unfold, bows untied

I live the moment

but the golden rule, whispered

is to remain faceless

kissed your lips then I open my eyes

a faceless figure with its arms held firm, wrapped around me




why leave behind

blood trails and pins, clues possibly

oh you're so charming

very much attractive

I don't know who we are

nor where the voice originates

should you just die and then let live

posthumously, legacies of the incognito

of consequences

a mere preference, maybe







which is why

you bleached, up to the roots

as I cupped its face

carving nought into sense

bird, floats

I've had the longest dream

a long, winding path to take

not an illusion

though many times, we tend to go too far

this world we live in

couldn't contain our thoughts of the bewildered, perplexed

strains of imaginations



having spent most of the time in life

to be immersed in plots

never lived

that is why you touched skies, the unreachable

the moment you have it translated into physicality

you have to start from crawling

naked, and shamelessly

plead as you gain



now all one can do is

breathe, and live the present