Love, Poetry

Worth it

(for Nathan & Elena)

You asked me

if I was happy

if living this life with you

was worth it;

If giving up my past

adrenaline kind of life

was the right thing;

If hearing mundane

routine day to day stories of yours

was pathetically boring

in comparison to even my

journal writings;

If I ever had the chance again

would I choose my life

and not ours;

Would I choose the voyage

that was made and meant for me

the path I’ve always known of

that wasn’t us

to begin with;

I just want to say

that no matter how big

and sturdy a ship is

she will still need

to set for harbor one day;

Maybe that day

is the day

she realises that

the dreary finite green lands

can give her more in a minute

than the endless ocean ever can in a century.

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Love, Poetry

Lesson

Of the many who left

and the few that stayed

taught me one primal lesson

that I will forever embrace;

That beauty is in the mind

and home is where the heart lies;

To fall in love with ideas

sentiments, dispositions

emotions, consciousness

unconsciousness and

anything intangible

that the mind intrinsically weaves;

go beyond the periphery

to love the beauty within;

And seek refuge in

warm heartbeats

that pulsate along with mine

but never

in chilly hard

empty shells

with no signs of vitality;

Fall in love with the

tangible intangibles

and take abode in the

intangible tangibles;

for touch and beauty

can only satisfy

the sensuality of the skin

but never

the lust of one’s heartstrings.

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Love, Poetry

Sand

Glistening

golden

blinding;

What we had

seemed

as precious as gold

as imposing as stars

but wait

and take a closer look;

Don’t give in

to superficiality

that easily

place your bare hands

feel it

and you will see;

The shine has ceased

the only stars left are those that

have reached their demise

no pure gold

only fool’s gold

for what we had

all along

was only

a handful of sand;

The perfect deceit

that made us

 all held onto

it like gems;

A disguised deceit

or maybe

a chosen deceit;

But how could we have not known

with the scorching caress

and flimsy embrace

of which all point towards

not gold but sand.

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Love, Poetry

A Chance on Us

Waves crashing

currents gushing from opposites

winds hostile howlings

storms fatal roarings;

This is what

the path of our love

will be;

It won’t be easy

it will be rough

rocky

challenging;

Anything

but easy;

It’s like

the skies bestow us

as one

but the earth

tries to

shake us apart;

But I know

we can plough through

raging seas

hike up treacherous cliffs

and one day

finally reach

the utopia of our dreams

as long as we’re in this

together;

Just take my hand

and don’t cave in;

Because I’ll never

give up on our stormy

perilous love

for any other thing

that seems easier

to live with;

I’ll rather take

a chance on you

and me

than go safe

and regret it

for the rest

of my being.

 

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