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.
This haze
like a beautiful maze
has been staring
might be caring
for why I am sleeping
and not keeping
the promises I made
turned them as facades
but is it too late?
or maybe is it the fate
I ask and collapse
for all dreams and the gaps
for one more time
alas ! a dozing sigh
reality defeated again
and nothing to gain
or maybe we can?
maybe not too.
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.
Would you ever write
if no one ever could read your work?
how many books would you finish?
how many stories you would conjure?
if they die with you
you ask me my passion
well here it is
to write,
but reading
that is your part
not mine
you can make me immortal
or just flesh waiting to taste death.
I could drag love stories
from my heart,
remember someone I used to know
from the strands of memory
and the blur of my dreams
sew a love story
and gift you this Christmas
but I won’t ,
I don’t want to.
Maybe I am too weak
to go all through this
again
or too strong
to poison myself with such emotions.
in a failed attempt
for love doesn’t fascinate me now
but days are left still
so you all can wait
for a change of heart
while I just wait sitting
for the snow.
infitine nerves
a billion sensations
no one shares my vision
or the tunes that drives me
crazy and calm
at the same time
could have thought of snow,
love, candles or maybe a drink
but I lie down to reason
why are we perplexed and
also in peace with ourselves
but never notice
Just how.
Writings to Heaven 