I have seen time lapsing
and slowing,
as I try to hold back
your tears
I wasn’t the one,
you knew it but weren’t prepared,
like the land that isn’t ready for rain
and young for the inevitable death
still we played with fate
laughed at the fading dreams
for eternity and what extends
and waited for nothing,
and the hours we laid
naked exploring each other
with an insatiable thirst,
somewhere our vulnerabilities had melted
by the fireplace into sweat,
gasps became moans,
and the love turned to passion
as the war ended
we retreated like causalities
snuggling for comfort in each other
I believe this is how
I felt an unending trust
that hugged me invisibly
while you slept next to me
that night.
Standing next to rocks we once carved
trying to remember the etched memories
of the years gone by,
when I had unison of dreams
and nightmares with you.
the wrath of time spared none,
not even the rocks , I see
but I wait
to conjure everything
from these rocks.
there is something about the air
when it is about to rain,
Did you ever feel it?
the fog descends
night turns to day
darkness gives in to blur
we waited for the sun
within the blankets
listening to adele,
the sun never came
we never got out
and kept searching
for the sun inside each other
and the warmth too
It wasn’t a nice day
but we made it one.
You can easily write
about the love you feel,
the pain you endure,
of fantasies that immerses you
for hour and hours
about the beasts that scare you,
or a war you never took part in
or the plague that took over the world
and the the aftermath
but even after writing all this,
if while trying to write
about yourself and your life
mirroring your own thoughts,
if words fail to come out,
then you have a long way to go,
a lot to write,
and think about.
The most complex jigsaw
is the heart beating within us.
every piece of it is built of
the people around us
it holds their memories,
their faces
and maybe a part of their
soul.
they complete the puzzle
but everything has to fit,
for this puzzle to
work,
for the heart to beat,
for us to remain sane.
but it almost never happens
we only keep drifting
looking for pieces to fit within
in a hope to be complete
and that is why it is the most complex
jigsaw puzzle every made.
Writings to Heaven 