You put your lips gently on my forehead Bless my being with a comforting peck My wrinkled face fits perfectly in your palm It lights up a spark, still make my tempest calm While I've grown old, you've grown charming My walls are creeping,my dreams and reality colliding Our lives have been spent together, but is that enough My supple skin has now turned rough Do you still remember our vows like I do Darling I'm still on for forever, are you too Am I staring down an unavoidable slippery slope Has My fantasy ended as my heart still sings songs of hope.
Every dawn as you wake me up, I experience a sense of euphoria just as the mist on fresh foliage does as it is skimmed by the first ray of soaring sun. That sweet voice of yours lacquers my skies with honey hues. The veracious warmth in your eyes holds an apricity like a sweater that keeps me cozy not just in the winters. Your scented breath is a soothing zephyr to my forehead drizzled with mild sweat. Your pulchritudinous smile has mastered the art of re-painting my daily blues with rainbows. That delicious sunny marmalade you spread on my bread finely parallels with our sour and sweet memories. Your essence has nurtured orchards of love in my heart that would never learn the meaning of mortality.
In the nights, I see you writing your diary, to be honest, I read it. Not merely once or twice instead everyday. Each nuance you jot is wholly the truth except for the fact that it's not your diary but my biography.
//And you ask me why I love you?//
I ain't a poet but let me tell you.
Doesn't your favorite author say, "if being a kid is about learning how to live then being an adult is about learning how to die.."
And my theory is a bit related too ..
//- if being an adult is about learning to die for you, then being geriatric is about craving to die with you. (clasped in each others' arms.)//
- Forever isn't a myth darling, but we should nurture and protect it as the mother bird does its eggs, and I would do it till my last breath.
I became the idyllic radiance, her eyes emitted everytime she saw him, and in silence he etched me as a unfading memory of hers splattered across the boundless horizon. They savoured me and gave me a eternal term which blooms but rarely resides for eternity in the depth of everyone's heart. But both of them, in their own manner personified me like a rare celestial connection. Like a mother longing for her child, clutching tight yet taken care with utmost affection and tenderness
Grooving in their hearts under the avaitor sky Settling between their Unspoken words Lanconing behind their authentic smile. In silent prose, I swoon in their eyes I am the love, held between their breaths Forever and ever love, that never fades...
As I slide my hand inside my old handbag, I come across:-
A handkerchief, a intricately woven 'k' at the corner, never did I wash, still emitting fragnance of our journey. A coin, beaming with original energy which I denied to toss in the wishing well as it is marked as my first ever reward, harboured for the first honesty, I exhibited as a child An old diary, slightly torn folded edges, filled with blenched words of my voice and redolent of our memories. An earing, whose other pair is now lost(I know it's with you) A movie ticket, all crumpled yet reads 'A-25,' the corner seat we chose on that summer night, Where we just talked endlessly, unaware of the begining or the end A pen, my magic wand, with which I was always eager to explore the world around us. engraving each page with our sweet bitter memories that my mind might soon forget A pencil, to draw images of my whimsical reality, of the things locked inside my sombre heart, redrafting it with a clearer image, blurred by my tears A couple of tissues, nestled safely inside a waterproof pouch sealing my hopes and aspirations from getting shattered once again At the bottom, I try to find my innocence, which I lost in the waning of my life Yet, I dig my hand deeper in pursuit to live once again
There was tinge of sadness in her voice as she went ahead talking about her story
" Books and toys, friends of mine Parents and sibling, were my spine Degree and venture, my career upright Then why did he feel I am oblidged to him Like it's his birthright ? "
Her question made me ponder out of curiosity She stumbled as she narrated her story
Stepping into the corporate world Was a quest i started with Life was taking its shape Exactly how I had framed it Aced my schooling And topped my college A bright student in making With mind so promising Filled with Kindness and humility A girl, everyone believed in her integrity. Determination and hardwork I achieved all of it A N D There i was .. Stepping into the corporate, my dream world The six digit salary And the formal attire Feeling proud and gay I worked with zeal and fire Matching the deadlines Marking milestones Achieved satisfaction. Boss turned happy With the praises That flowed in. Staying late nights Meeting my commitments B U T life was taken for granted And things changed overnight Taking advantage of his position He demanded more than my might. My morals Money and fame Was all at a gunpoint on that night Complained and questioned But " learn to set your own boundaries" Was the only answer obtained Sell yourself or walk off the door Were the only two options left in this fight The peers, once my own colleagues Turned their back As if never cared, never spoke As if never knew my name. With a saturnine heart, and a casuous smile I resigned my dream job, A job all I had worked for I took my bag and slam the door Sadness and tears engulfed my mind But walked out with grace and sheer pride
" Money, does not Determine My worth Which I have earned all my life"
With the tinge of sadness in her voice Pride and ambitious filled eyes Self-worth and dignity, maintained with pride And once again she dreamt of reaching the vast blue skies.
You are the star, I see from here Above the lands of seas, away from this dawning year Nestled between the world that opens its magical doors Above the shrine, away from this noisy shores
Drowning into the whirlpool of your enigmated space Sinking further, deeper into your celestial embrace Your magnetic force further pulls me in gravity of bliss Awaiting your strong arms to unfold, to save me from falling into abyss
Piercing silence courses inside, brings forth the missing Awakens my soul, despise me sleeping The riverie of tears, starts trickling Soaking my pillow, my eyes percolating
No, I am not weak. Don't you be sorry These tears are my earnest plea of hurry To paint my fate filled with your hues of colour To take this abandoned ship to its fated Harbor
For, I know we will soon meet So reserve me a place in god's sweet retreat Together, we will build a solitude palace Painting each star with our whites and solace
Listen, let me drive you to the alleyways where the first beguiling vines of our love took birth, where we had our four chambered broken vials, brimmed with rainbowy wine of coherence , where my nothing hid our everything beneath our shadows, I know he's a bit insecure.
Remember, how I mingled my fingers with yours, but never grasped on to them, just the thought of feeling your skin, magic too envied the aurora that feeling possessed. When it rained rhymes, I bottled the raindrops streaming down your hair, watered my words to forest my ballads .
My diaries smell of you, my poetries sprinkle you, my breath tingles you. I bribed those shooting stars, the ones you wished upon, to melt down every night while I watched you wish, as I teared hourglasses to fragments, my futile attempts to stop time everytime.
You slept every night cuddling your clouds, while I exchanged your curses with my blessings, placed them under your pillows but you grasped my hand with a smile brighter than all the stars, sunlight combined and asked when would I stop it? "Never" mumbled my lips, forever heard the universe, as I slid beside you, hugged you tightly while you completely completed my complete.
And here I am, Requesting the night not to fall asleep, For if it does, The next morning would be a nightmare. Bc my hands would no longer be in yours, My smile would not be reflecting in your deep dark eyes, My body would not be resting in your warm arms, My soul wouldn't be indulged into yours, In short, The utmost fatal phrase is, I wouldn't be yours.
And here I am, Requesting the night not to fall asleep, For if it does, The next morning would be a nightmare.
Me, I am a monotonous function, although, much of the time, rather I seem like a constant function. I live in the world of the real ones, but I get lost frequently in the world of imaginaries.
You, you are a complex function. You have a real and tangible part, so beautiful and at the same time unintelligible; and an imaginary part or rather complex, that randomizes me and appalls me.
You and I, Two so different beings.I, a being of the two-dimensional world, (x, y). You, a being of the complex plane, z = a + bi. Yet I know there is a one-to-one correspondence between us. There is an equation that allows us to connect; a bijective function, that sends smoke signals: from your heart to my heart, from my heart to your heart, from your mind to my mind, from my mind to your mind, from your heart to my mind, and from my mind to your heart. Even though this violates the definition of bijectivity, Who cares if we are injectives or suprajectives? If we can give more than we have, and to receive more than we expect.
It is at this point that the theorems fail, where our love, in his role as a counterexample, emerges cheering, rejoicing with pleasure, because time has shown that in love there are no premises or hypotheses, just great consequences.
It has been a long time since the first time we met, and here we are, again, you and I, knowing us, understanding us, composing us, making of the two, one only. Our role is continuous everywhere and tastes, although it may not be differentiable as for what we believe. However, when we think that this function, it will not be analytical, it won't do. It occurs to us to derive it, analyze their behavior, and we find that things are not always like this.
That there are spaces where we are differentiable everywhere, where what we believe and what we think coincide, as if we were carved by the same society. Eventually for living in a compact world, we will have our highs and lows, we will enjoy the achievements together, and we will work together to overcome adversity.
The "pure" mathematical society, it will always find a thousand but's, that if you are stubborn and changeable, or if you have n-thousand discontinuities. Stubborn-minded people, that i will never see someone like you, You = f (Family, Friends, Work, Society,…).
They only see you in numbers, letters and symbols, judging you for not being able to understand you. I do not, I perceive you as someone changing, I am interested in your domains, and the spaces in which you live, and, from time to time, I am fascinated by your curves. I think of you as a constantly growing function, I am surprised by everything that you hide and what you can represent for me. Axiom of perfection.
Since I know you, you have been my favorite recurrence function, I live in your domain and I am a fan of your range. For me, you will always be beautiful, fascinating and soft, or as mathematicians would say: in my space you will always be of class C-infinite.