To the countless stars that twinkles beneath you,
you are the one brightest amongst all.
For the travelling soul that roams around the space,
you are the iceland far beyond waves.
For the sun that envies your calmth,
you are the one reminding his existance.
For the dust that dashes your skin,
you are the love that sashes them all.
But for me?
For me,
you are the first ray of sunshine,
kissing my sleep, waking me up,
reminding your touch.
But for me,
you are the waves of that ocean,
touching my feet,
blessing me strength,
to fight through miles and much.
For me,
you are the fire that cracks the warmth of smile
but does not hesitate to melt my heart.
For me,
you are the air, armoring my chest,
to fight through storms and such.
For me,
you are the smell of home,
that as engraved deep down my reminiscence.
You are the water I gulped through my throat,
that have murmerred your name throughout the sleep.
For me,
you are the comb that combs my hair and flirts back,
demanding some room for air.
As you are you,
I am me.
But you are the strength to find ‘we’
as our identity.
Oh dear!
If I can even be an atom to your dot.
I would multiply like the nuclear of love.
Would you give me the shot?
When the clouds assisted the sun to close his eyes.
When the branches peaked us through those leaves.
My lips questioned yours, with two gentle pushes.
Witnessing those breaths in-between
sharing some warmth,
with oh so warm swooshes.
I reach into the theatre of my own world,
when I closed my eyes.
No tickets, just 3D glasses;
I see those lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow,
Would not want to rest in momentum but
wishing to rest upon yours.
That thunder, those slaughtering rain,
and us…
Slow, tender, smooth, buttery moving
Senses to bone, Egypt to the Rome.
Inside? like a train,
whistling, juggling, building up momentum,
Outside? building up moments.
I can feel the taste of those rain
that grows louder when our tongues curled.
Where the world is half asleep,
I feel the shade we held as our world.
Oh those dripping avalanche under your neck,
I feel like skiing my lips and wish to fall
from that cliff.
Oh mine to the yours, yours to the mine,
beating in a sync,
as our body dances on those riff.
City lights and those witty nights,
Hug tights and butterfly flights.
I felt the interval none to happen.
I have come to realize;
there’s two shades of you.
One that my mind creates and the
one where my heart reciprocates.
One that has kept me walking
from the misery of those thoughts,
to the one float-breating over
these sinking hearts.
I have come to realize to this day.
These shades have let led me sway.
Whether or not we feel like we are Away.
Why do I feel like there’s always A-Way?
Let’s change the science of darkness to be seen.
I choose to colour those shades:
one purple and the rest would be green.
I suddenly woke up,
in a hot sunny 2 pm where
my dreams were high with opium,
Everything felt so me,
everything felt so we,
but everything went so flee,
in a hot sunny 2 pm.
In a hot sunny 2 pm,
I feel so small in the room what feels like a hall,
everything feels falling, the remains are nothing but wall.
I wanna walk, step by step with you.
I wanna hold your hands side by side to you.
But my one is your four.
And my hands barely reach the shore.
I will make my one down to two,
Can you make your four meet me, too?
And only the steps we take
will be the magic we bake.
And only the hands we hold,
will create the moments we fold.
Do words really matter?,
when the silence is all I want.
Not the one when hearts faints.
But the only when soul mates.
Not the one when voices blocked,
But the only when lips locked.
Not the one when entanglement sucks,
But when the lonely flourishes flocks.
My words seems stuck to commute.
But silence can move you,
even when it’s mute.