Tuesday, 14 February 2017


I am on the edge again.
Nearly at the end of the whole world, I stood.
Don't know what they say they see.
All I saw was the ocean and you.
The ocean spreading it's arms under  the parasitic sky.
Wants me to embrace him, the one last time before he forms a cloud.
Always scared of missing out something, he hated to evaporate.
For he didn't want to watch me from far, if he then was imprisoned in cloud when I dropped by.
For once I visited with the monsoon.
The only time it grabbed the potency to feel my skin.
It kissed me on my cheek and rested there; still.
When it fell with the raindrops.
You too my love, loved me less, like my love for the ocean
You let me stare at you; though far enough.
You let me smile at you; though just enough.
You let me sing to you; though just unheard.
You let me hold you, so much as to save you from falling;
Even for me.
You let me evaporate, far far away
So far to let me go.
You imprison me in your thoughts; day and night and every second in between.
I release it all in the drops that fall from my cheek.
Too lucky the ocean, too unlucky am I.
He gets to touch me, while I pride over my platonic lover.
It  kisses my cheek and rest there still, as the tear that doesn't fall.
The tear was made out of you, and everything you did inside of me.
I hold peace in my tear.
As it is the closest I could get of you touching me.
And I stand on the edge of the world each day, staring at my favorite ocean.
Waiting for morning, amidst one more night.
Ocean and me being no different.
Except we want different lovers.

Saturday, 4 February 2017

Happy pearl day.

We are mere waves. We will go away to mix back with the waters.
While everyone else is fixated upon worldly ideas, and hold on to their earthly beings.
We wave off to our adventurous ride.
Let the magic begin.
Find me at the end of all the musical nights.
The far fetched shores.
The never ending plight.
I am the lamp you don't need to oil to keep the light. You can as well say "you are effortlessly mine."
I am the direction no map would guide. For the end of the world the say do no exist.
But it does in me. For there has to be an end to this plight.
I am not the death, oh lover.
I am the moment that follows
The breath of eternity you breathe once you are done with the finite.
I am no angel. I am no devil.
I am the one you find at the doorway when you reach.
For I prepare you with all the good things, and the sweet words and the blue tie and the handkerchief.
I prepare you for your final calling.
For you who have met the waters and become the wave.
Will now be promoted to a sea shell.
I shun each cell I have of me, of good and bad.
of sweet and pretty,
of love and love,
to make you a pearl.
I give up each part of me to dress you up in the prettiest thing.
Like a mother or the almighty,
I dress you up for the new beginning.
To be born to adorn.
The waves like me.
I save you from the perishable, so not again ever do you have to be a wave that dies with water.
Rather make you the pearl that lives within.
I'll touch past you each morning.
I'll cover and safe guard you from the envious stars at night.
I'll shadow you from the sun in the afternoon.
I'll shoo away the lover who tries to hand you over to his beloved in the evening.
For you belong with me.
While I make you imperishable, I perish to save you each day.
I make you the pearl to be made love to by many waves that may come and go, I just one of them.
I shine you, but make myself anonymous for your fame.
And when I will look silver under the moonlight.
I'll say your name.