I like to play with shadows,
making birds,dogs and dinosaurs
I think everybody else does too,
because it is the one thing
nobody ever gives up on
no matter how bad the dog looks
or the birds fly
nobody comes up with
“I can’t do it.”
even the failure
ends in laughter
So what are you making today?
entwined scents
and a divine grace
a sombre gaze across the room
that sent all hearts to race
days passed and so did nights
nothing was so vehement ever
than those beautiful eyes
I have been a dreamer
since that day then
to conjure an eternity in a moment
maybe it was her only sin.
if you were transported back
to a 5 year old you
with your sane intellectual mind
I am pretty sure
you would spend no time
in impressing others
but rather would roll in the mud
for days, draw castles and create
a laughing havoc
if that is the case
then why not unwind yourself
rather than chasing deadlines,
an eye or two might be raised
but more hearts would want
to drown and swim in the tides
you create.
She came like a tornado
uncontrollable,
untameable
and took me to places
I never thought would exist,
only to leave me there
with blurred memories
and with whatever she left
of me.
whatever dwells,
here on earth
with or without purpose,
all around,
should be absolved
eventually
for a higher truth,
the souls within ourselves
when let go,
to the places never seen,
holy or unholy
never carry guilt,
obligations and any boundation,
to anyone,
then why the dead ones
stinking in the cemetery
should.
Some women are magic,
like untamed wild fire,
they creep slowly,
burn you bit by bit,
till there is no turning back,
this madness is an impasse,
This madness is love.
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