Will I bloom? Under raining skies that stop no thunder and quicksand that passes amidst my ruins, will I bloom? Men of strength have shaped my breathe, hands so muddy have rooted my home. In one place, shall I live to be but where do I grow?
Where earliest lives ring of wars chosen for me by destinies(?) I kept on searching for retreats, all I had was scorching heat. Too many keepers, too much waters, sometimes my roots flooded in their heists. All I wanted was a space, a moment to gather the heavy weights which tumbled, A place of beliefs that reap of joys, a world that didn't crave uncertainities.
Now, on fire, shall I dance for you upon a lovely, dreamy cloud. Resting my head on heaps of sorrow like some innuendoes of cracked grace, I'll fly one last time to the end of these phases. The wait is over the Sun gleams rays, and so I start my timid race.
After all the years, I can feel free to rise above all the mazes. A bloom so soft, gleaming of moonlight halos, A bloom so ethereal like scenes of a honey radiance. A bloom of life, broken in a second, full in another.
Hurling at the night Under breezes of the sky I feel you clinch into me And collapse did the world
Magic condolenses breathed the fire Gushed into halves, you found me a wonder Touch me with eyes, Let go of past musings Keep me as I, I fall towards my grave.
And look at destiny, Setting us free for each other Only at the end, when ashes ruined our kingdoms. I fell for you, at the stoppage of life And as I die, somewhere slowly and sometime quickly, You crave for me a hole in you, deeper every moment.
And so much magic, fantasies broken. Into pieces. Of souls. Who have no epitome. No future, no meanings. We're a barren, barren window. An opening but no further. Just like a horizon, eroded without the skies. Just like a song, tuneless attired.
Look at all we have. And all we haven't. No universes to be tranversed. No colours to be mistaken. No worries at faulty, dead stars. We ended before started. We started near the ending.
As I move to the lastness, I am still the mess you owe love to. A labyrinth of troubles and kisses in showers. It's okay to let go, let me go in an abyss. There's no turning back, No more of our lost whispers.
Our love wounded, dresses up as a lie In the eyes of unknownness. Donot worry, I won't run away. And every single lifetime, I'll meet you through gazes And lovelorn poems about mystical journeys.
I love you. In all the infinities, I love you. With every once of the heart.
Home is far away now. Home: the four walls & the fancy ceiling? Home is far away now?!?
Home. I found home in lonely swings in abandoned midnight playground, in the echoes and flickering lights of airplanes in the distant sky, in the rush of busy markets, in the futile blinking of a traffic light on an empty road, in the distant humming of a speeding metro.
Home. I found home in citylights, in lilac skies of dawn, in the feeble sunrays kissing the curtains, in sunset's colour palette. in skies that are starless, in skies that have forgotten what pitch black is.
Home. Home is the chorus of Kun faya kun, the midnight balcony, the verses of soulful Arziyan, the dark droning tunnel of the racing metro, the infrequent winds intertwining in my hair to wishper, 'you are loved'.
Home. I found home in pointless banters, in long phone calls & face time, in long trips and lame jokes, in someone's pain & hurt, in someone's little joys, in warm hugs & anecdotes, in strangers' hearts,smiles & souls.
Home I found home was never four walls and a fancy ceiling. I know now home is nothing but a tender feeling.