Love, Poetry


Fluttering beats

flowy sleeves

fiddling fingertips

of two once free spirits

laced thorough in

silk white

accompanied with

his dashing black suit;

then a lifetime accedes

sewn in a heartbeat

borne in a promise

flourished through

their interlacing.

Love, Poetry



flowing across

my coarse skin

without a heed

for any flaws it reached

and when that

silky lightweight

gentle suffusing

finally reached my finger tips;

it streamed down

like waterfall

through the grates

of my grip;

not even a drop

persist yet

the sensation clings

and then

I realized

water was him.

Love, Poetry


He stops short



between the words he should speak

for a severe dilemma

stood in mid

of his heart and logic;

If baring his whole

would make him

either foolish or naive

for they once said

to be cold

to play hard

to pursue love

with the modern day

rules of lust;

Yet how he just wanted it

the old-fashioned

cliche way

to have love be as

quaint and minimal

as it ought to be;

And then

he finally chose the words

he’d never regret with.

Love, Poetry


He recalled

the last time they went

sky gazing

night watching

stars picking

seeking solace in still obscurity;

He recalled

how their fingers

just entwined solid

how her head

propped on his back

how their gaze

riveted aloft yet not quite;

He recalled

how that one night

was spent under the lone tree

and vast ever reaching hills;

He recalled

feeling the purest form of emotions

on that night of oblivion

amidst the colossal endless sky

and how the stale breeze

spoke more than their words can fill;

He recalled

how their hearts became tangled on

the stars they picked so delicately

and named so significantly through;

He recalled

how he was ever so thankful

to the stars

for making that one night

fifty years ago

the start of his

dream come true.

Love, Poetry


If there was

an afterlife

a beforelife

or millions of past before this one;

I am ever sure

we were lovers

and soulmates

for each and every one

for how can a love

flare so abyssal and wild

while so tame and familiar

all at once;

How is it possible for I

to just look into

your deep amber eyes

and know that

I will hold you

till the end of time

till beyond this life

and for all of my remaining lives.

Love, Poetry


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Gaze upon the pair of cutleries

set so deep and fastened

they could almost send a telekinetic stream

before she abruptly

broke the silence in between;

But how can we ever 

be sure that the person 

standing before us

will always be the one

we want-

with an abrupt shift

as the questions came flooding in

too quickly-

what if we find someone

better along the way

someone that is a 

better fit;

Her intent gaze shifts

towards her sister

her pupils widen

eyes asking more questions

than her lips could bring;

Brushing back her raven locks

while taking a moment to ponder

her words came

as intuitively as they were pieced;

You’ll never know little sister

you can never

ever be sure

there will always be a possibility

that someone out there

will be a better fit

than the one you think currently is

so you will just have to

find it in your heart

to believe

to commit

to lock in

he or she;

You will just have to imprint

a tacit seal on your heart

for the one you promised

to spend eternity with.

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