What I Would Do for You

Honey you should know what I would do for you,
I’d burn myself and scatter like early sun rays
Making way through your mist bound days
Just to fall like warmth on your gorgeous face.
You could break my heart into a million pieces
I’d make sure that none of those pieces ever pierces
Your lovely dark skin,
I’d show you how unconditional love
Need not come from someone akin
Infact,I’d grow those pieces back again
And love you in a million different ways.
And I’ll freeze myself to death every day
Just to feel what it’s like to melt in your arms
Over and over again
When your love is ready as relief,
Who’s going to worry ’bout the pain?
I’d fall on my face, blindfolded
‘Cause the hope of you catching me
Is such a beautiful thought in itself
I’d ink you in my deepest fantasies
Put locks on my heart and save the keys
Until the time you come to me
Would wait forever for your arrival
’cause this wait, this yearn is such a beautiful thing in itself.
And I’d break bones of my agile mind just to keep it from running away from you
If only you knew what I would do for you…..

Name on the Lantern (Haiku)

Won’t write our name on
The lantern, love doesn’t fall
Once the light goes off.

 

Magnificent

I had a talk with my heart,
She told me she wanted to be looked at,
The way oceans and mountains are.
I then, out of immaturity,
Thought she was seeking beauty, 
But now I realize,
She wanted only to be feared without resistance,
And if admired,
Only from a distance.

~ words above swords ~

Cold (Haiku) 

Darling I know, the
World is cold, and it’s okay
to love when it snows.

image credits: https://apukkaresort.fi/snow-fact-1-the-world-largest-snowflake/

Scribbles

If life was a paper
Mine’s been scribbled over,some by me, some by others,
Lend me, please, a blank sheet
Wish to write it again all over.

Scribbled pages,
Speaking of my cheers and rages,
Written emotions, written feelings
Suppressed under a mesh of ink,

Smudged papers,
Smelling of spilled liquor,
Blue and black, mixed together,

Here I am again, trying to mess
With time and tide
Through scribbles, a bit of past trying to hide,
The other bit, trying to recover.

Scribbles covering my eyes,
Mists surround, fog bound is my head,
Waiting for the wind to blow over,
Make me feel clear and sober. 

Diaries full of blue and black, 
Tired of writing all my rants, 
Bins are full from crumbled pages
A smile waiting to be put on, since ages.

I’ve seen enough of black and blue, 
Where have gone the other hues? 
When will I get to see the other colors? 
Even if I do, who’ll paint me again all over? 

~ Words above Swords ~