Violet ringlets dangling over the shoulders of caramel dusk, sicklemen reaping silvery stars in orchards and clustering vineyards of skies. Green vibrant eyes of an old man blended with the creeking of a bronze door amidst the clouds. He placed the hot mug of authentic Turkish coffee on the rosewood table and placed the tip of one finger against the point of his chin, laid the head over to one side and gave a solemn smile.We sat in silence for a full minute, the air between us gulped sand sacks, getting heavier as if we both wanted to speak and yet had nothing to say.
The drowsy sun glinted off the sleek roof of my house like a high velocity train racing skywards, standing on the threshold of a spectacular door waved at me.People think the faint dispersed rays at twilight captures my heart.Little do they know the profound loneliness that shelters in my iris gazing it's last glimpse when the sun wipes off it's warmth scattered around and darkness rains from the clouds like liquid charcoal stealing the night upon daylight. The moon appears in a smokey quartz Rolls Royce car with his fellow luminous stars,attired in glittery clothes and invites all sort of people from earth to join them amidst the neon lights and throbbing music in the nightclub.A part of the luminous sun - the moon sways with brimming pride.
My sleepy jar dropped on the tiled floor, broken upon the warm shaft of sunlight that filtered down the glassy windows .The everloving hands caressed my hair and the coo of woodpigeons polished the marble morning with rising tempo in my arched smile gazing the shimmery silver hair of the old man. His visage reflected a lifetime of power and vigorous intellect,some mystical cham swirled up till the ceiling, consuming darkness. A pleasant warmth steamed through my entire cold body when a familiar deep , mellifluous voice greeted me 'Good Morning.'
The 3 letter word JOY wraps your name studded with gold on a rich scarf around the pole star, my heart climbs the staircase to heaven melting the dead end road of distance, settling all over your starlit smile, capturing the forest fires in your hazel gaze as we dive together in the aquarium celebrating 15 years of our velvety love.
The 4 letter word HOPE knocks on my wooden doors, your memories all the way from old town road have settled on tinted apartments of my mind, honey dripping from loose folds of winter evening, touching your leather jacket hung over my shoulders a million times with my nostalgic cheeks while baking a blueberry cake with sunshine butter and sugar brown reveries, listening to your your favorite melody on loop.
The 5 letter word FAITH bounces off the trampoline unfolding silk threads of your fingerlines in my palms to offer me a bite of delicacy beneath the frozen icy clouds of our balcony bathing in strokes of tangerine skies a year before when this day our charcoal nights were smudged in rising smoke of scented candles, we were drawing landscape of our eternal love story splashing the most exotic acrylic paints across the canvas of our lives.
My heart plummets down the platinum ribcage rolling like a magnetic ball towards the graveyard settling near the corpse of self love like a helpless child after I stamped approved on the passports of criticism issued in my name and betrayed my existence with false expectations and comparisons with all the 7 billion people in this world not realizing that everyone can't be the same, I played table tennis with my self esteem when I labeled myself ugly and unwanted before the mirror wall thereby adhering to certain beauty standards like those of runaway models with cherry blossom cheeks and glittery eyes, and considered flashy magazines to tell me how to lose weight while I abandoned calories glazed chips and my favorite cheesecake in pursuit of a perfect body, I betrayed my self worth and commited an oath of loyalty to self doubt when I overlooked everything I am good at and addressed all my flaws like a trained coach, others were deciding the script for me and I was busy playing a side role in my own life, I treated my heart so badly when I gave up too early all the hopes to succeed on the snoozing of my past blunders constantly pouring gallons of guilt upon my forehead, acceptance felt like an unknown territory when my merry heart turned to a cracked glass. Accept my apology dear heart for not believing that it's okay to make mistakes and forgive myself, it's okay to be different and embrace myself, it's okay to walk away from toxic relationships to save myself from emotional torture, it's okay to laugh like a child without thinking about the looks, it's okay to do what I love without the fear of being judged, it's okay to be grateful for my existence in this imperfect world.
the mystique daylight today slipped under my pocket delivering a postcard - 'THE UNIVERSE LOVES YOU.'
To the rest of the world, God gave you the shoes That fit you, so put em on and wear 'em And be yourself man, be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful.
My pen pierces primrose thorns on the fragile skin bleeding the paper in blue blood as I stitch my emotions splashed with grey waters in between the lines wailing sirens of hopelessness, words are too heavy chewing lemongrass which I plucked from the fields of heartbreak to create a concrete mixture with metaphors brewing in oak barrels behind my mind at high flames of despair cascading into a martini of poisonous poetry, burnt heart soaked in beeswax candles adds kerosene to the mulberry hopes of an everlasting love and gold pink dreams dipped in whirlpool of lies hung on the branches of my wet eyelashes igniting a wildfire in my scarlet soul, leaking liquid from a cracked bottle of my frozen heart baths my midnight into your muse with the shrill violins of my tears and I shimmer my pain in the silvery waves of moonlight.
I 've been dreaming of sculpting a serene sleep chiseled out of jagged nightly rocks on tiresome days, lying on a vintage bed hovering above the glossy clouds clutching velvety blanket stiched with neon stars, landslides cloaked in secrets of the cosmos hitting the edge of my dreams , face bathing in silvery lamplight of the moon, crisp breeze tinged with syrupy melodies whispering in my ears.
I've been dreaming of writing lyrical poems over the crushing oceanic waves dipping my pen in the dazzling beams of rainbow - crimson,gold,purple ink, for a musical day on caribbean beat at the coral reef club calming the sand shore.
I've dreaming of sitting under sun dappled towering marigolds embracing me in their arms, with throngs of butterflies jostling excitedly and settling over my shoulders for hours telling stories never heard before.
I 've been dreaming of dissolving in my favorite novel leading the role I couldn't resist living churning thorugh the unsolved mysteries unravelling dishelved turn of events piecing together the jigsaw puzzle with conclusive confidence.
I 've been dreaming of sipping a steaming cup of my morning tea standing on the balcony of a royal mansion, watching the rich poinciana and flame of the forest tress swaying in the balmy breeze clustering with cedar and pine tress piercing the elated balloons of bliss hung in the air surrounding me.
The clouds sloshing white curtains of lightening with red hot swords. The rain bleeds painting the giant canvas of sky in purple tones of acrylic. Sitting by the glassy windows and pouring limpid golden honey on top of my muffins, I watch the memories hung delicately inside the closet of my heart overflowing on the floor.
The floral garden in my heart perfumed with laveders that once bloomed under the warmth of my lover's arms has turned into a graveyard teeming with the whiff of betrayal. The chaotic and cruel wildfire burning the dense forest of my heart is spreading dangerously. The howling winds knocking on my wooden doors are the harbingers of melancholy humming the notes of deceit.
Those scarlet roses tucked safely that flushed my cheeks now seems thorny briars and pricky gross piercing my skin whenever I touch them. Putting your confederates in flames this morning couldn't burn the pages of tragic love story in which I played the lead role. Perhaps the sky is consoling me to weep in the rain outside so that no one could see the train of tears running down the track.
The petrichor is swollen with hope for me to breathe, to live and bloom again in the charismatic sparklers of the moonlight.
We float across space and time with the freedom of the sky at our fingertips chained to this cosmos that seeks to conquer our home with such desperation; we keep on hurtling towards each other, only to move out of each other's way mere seconds before self annihilation; we crash only in your dreams.
We do not orbit across rings refusing to let any planet become our master; we wander without strings pulling us back bolting to those expanses of the universe which are beyond the reach of mere mortals; you see us blinking in the darkness while we see you from light years away pointing at us with childlike curiosity never knowing that we too ponder what it feels like to live upon your earth.