For those invaluable seconds may I be danger close and engulf your every existence, may I be you north star, your lantern in pitch darkness. May I fabricate a reality perfect compared to none. May fate align flawlessly for a moment pinned in time itself . May I shadow your lifeline entirely
Promise that you won't ever look anyone the way you look at me, that you won't flare up from anyones glare,, that you won't be drawn to the smallest of attention, that you won't reciprocate any unwanted attention
Promise that you will be mine not because of the loss of options but the abundance of reason, that you will put me first just because it's me, that you will be there for me because I will do the same, that our love will weather the storm no matter the situation.
perspicuously chiseled, deep enough to scar For every strike clearly visible on the surface Some more evident, vividly highlighted Every single one attached to a tale Just a preview to an innate experience The full narrative illusive and mystic
She curls up to a timid stance amidst company Dreads for any contact with another person Not because of those healing scars that plagued her body The hidden ones are the ones that trailed her every experience That kept her from taking that leap and glide Unseen scars that had transfigured into invisible cuffs Tough to break courtesy of its intangibility
Family are the people who keep you true to yourself individuals who don't tire from holding the mirror steady so that our true self does not vanish from our minds People who set examples that resonates humility and candour to our lives People who are the periscope to those blind spots Those angled views on life in general that one fails to pay attention Family are people who in your darkest days illuminate the brightest In your brutal storms they are the underground shelters In your nuclear holocaust they are the bunkers to cover you So when you are in distraught, may they be you decisive riposte
I still remember the big burrows we dug Deep enough to bury all our thoughts Eventually lost within ourselves but free Four feet apart yet truth bound us tight Mapping us to the galaxy one constellation to the next
"Loss is never the end just a stepping stone Just a transition, a bridge or a portal " Though no take backs, no turn around Sometimes the memory just obscures reality
It never gets better but the feeling bearable Familiarity always cuts on the weight perspective So, for a second let's rewind the tape one more time And just space out even if it's temporary A desperate cling to a vague fictional past
On the third gear into it I was so far deep I was knee deep My curiosity was to blame in this instance, or was it ? Mother always said everybody cares but to that point that it's a question of between them or you and then you will be sidelined She also said if someone cares and lies they won't do a shitty job of it When is the right time to call it quits and come up for air ? Mother had those intelligent question followed instantly with a lid on box answer, really fitting Her answer was that when both of you find it so easy to hurt each other with the minute of effort She called that a lazy tap on the back with a double edged sword What would you do if you were given a time machine and you were given a chance to erase a moment in your life or alter it...another of her familiar questions I jumped to it and said I wish you had never met my father who wrecked you to pieces and casted a shade to your life . "Silly you "she answered... She shocked me Her reaction was " if I could keep one thing from being changed it would be that because what he took from me was significantly infinitesimal to what he gave me. You are the only true thing that anchors me . The only thing that relights my candles when the cold feel of his hurts dampens my wick."
Sunset feels like a brook of wine and I'm sitting on the rooftop watching the memories come back to me from sangria skyline. Drigging out my diary's pages, I recieve your poetry, oscillating with stagnant rhymes and some petals of flat white roses, pasting a curvy smile on you as you're getting dimples surrounded by milky way ; having a gravity higher than black holes, pulls me in and when I feel your adoration, I feel you as some coral blushes are emerged by Hawking radiation ; as again the cosmos is obsessed for you.
From your galactic poetry, I acquire a bohemian who crushes my arrhythmia by marking his footprints on threshold of my soul, kills all my rhapsodic rhymes The way he draws my heart, Raphael can't.
Dear You, in between those hazy ice cubes of that red wine, you take ; infall of fizz hums my name and I let your heart sluggishly beat in me. Shades in sunfall recede second by second in an antique lamp and I feel a yellowish lit in you against evening.
In your boulevard heart, my beats traverse beat by beat Yet in contrast I feel that I'm playing my lyre underneath the paradise's attic , to me you're nowhere but in my rhymes, provide me a perpetual band of peace. These all because of your poetry, I got and feel. Not I did, Your poetry gave me 1<n^n excuses to love you and that's the reason behind why I write you more than my poetries.
One third of grubby sun is already drunk by sky and the rest of it kisses you as polka dots on your forehead; allowing me to feel what the universe says 'in you, a sky'. The Amazon river, I'm obsessed with, 'cause it seems to me that you're the Amazonian flow, the flow that immerse me into infinite depth of tidal peace. A peace in 'You' too.
You're in my notebook of eternal sheets, i read and i read you. scribbling again and again to feel you. And so scribbling...
thinkin' 'bout your riverine chronicles anaphoras of mine jutting out to dive and to swirl in you, in your poetry's blithe shout
well-drained-my-rhymes acutely melt in your wine's dew as with me and my ink darlin' somewhere the cosmos, also obsessed for you.
Being a black beauty I love to reside Rather than live as black minded homo sapiens. Being a black beauty I love to live Rather than spoiling my face with fairness creams. Being a black beauty I love to reside By standing against people who says Boys like fair girls Presenting myself optimistic thoughts. Being a black beauty I love to live as a lady Who was so gently kissed by sun in every inch Of my body. Being a black beauty I love to live As an independent lady raising my voice against Discrimination, inequality based on colours, Useless comments, although never mattered to me. Being a black beauty I want to live With a body which is made of cocoa, gold, Brown chocolate dipped in brown coffee. Being a black beauty I want to live As a lady who finds beauty from the top of her fro And tip of her toe. Being a black beauty I want to live As a perfect optimistic lady With my imperfect beauty that's a strength for me.