Yearning

Wandering, this summer
She spent wavering.

This city is a mystery
That I cannot fathom;
It’s a breath of fresh air
And turmoil at heart,
It’s like his touch leading you
While his mind is afar.

A clash of the past and the present,
Her mind is yearning
While the numbness haunts
Her reasoning.
Do you roll with it or
Do you walk away?
Do you shun yourself
Or do you shut you pace?
Tell me,
Should I listen to you,
Or will the whispers win today?

City of brotherly love,
The place where her
Heart went astray.

Poet’s note: Is it just me or do people tend to have more flings during the summer? Do you restrict yourself too much? I think I’m finally giving myself a pass to explore beyond the restrictions that I placed on myself.

Fable

In those moments,
The fireflies took over the surface,
And the stars whipped past the sky.
I lie here,
With the dewdrops of night,
And the grass tickling my sides.
I see you smiling,
Looking up,
It’s like your mind is wandering
With mine; at the very moment
Unleash the fairyland
On which we travel,
Embracing monsters
And facing the dreams.
I’m next to you,
Clad in metal,
We walk.
Wind on our faces and all.
Our thoughts differ,
And we drift again.
Yet, those summer nights
Under the wrap of the pines
Burning, your warmth remains.

Dear reader, what was your first summer love like? Was it seasonal or did it last? I think summer love is magical, and quite different from winter. To put it blunty, I have no idea how people manage to cuddle while sweating. It is truly magical ๐Ÿ˜‚

Wordless

Dreamy, bright and so
Right. The knight with
Everlasting sweetness and light.

How can she tell you?
The worthless worries
Paired with blatant
Insecurities; you
With your perfect streak.
It took just a sigh,
To set it off course
The tingling that
Pierced in through
Touch. Lips unstrung.

For now, we ought to stay
Non-existent.
She’s not the one in your heart,
Your treasures lie in the past.
Smile and shine brighter,
Goodbye, for now.
Wordessly, she fades
Within the grips of time.

Poet’s Note: Have you guys ever been liked someone but wasn’t sure if it will work out? How do you let it go? Affection, like, love – such interestingly blissful and utterly painful emotions.

Repetition

Waltzing in the shadows,
We twirl to this
Momentary symphony.

One foot in the past,
Another stuck in the future;
A cascade of lies
Maligned by the excessive truth.

So clear, yet so far,
Times change,
But the heart remains
In tattered parts – so
She goes back to
Stand by the the Aster,
Hoping one day
She will find her.
But for now,
As unfair as life maybe,
Because the nightshades
State it so bluntly,
It’s time to let it go.

Stardust

I tried something different for this poem. It is an acrostic First Love, and has the same connotation related to stardust and first love. Hope you like it!

From the begining of time
Iridescent as we run,
Racing pasts the worlds
Silent little wanderers –
Tracking the lost.

Lingering, beyond the cause
Overwhelmed, it was an instant spark;
Venturing past the edge
Eternally clad in unrest.

The storm

Brave the storm
And find the mellow
snow –
Like a melody
In the midst of agony;
A talisman
To soothe your
soul.

Soulmate

This poem was inspired by the song
ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚„ by Radwimps from the movie Your name (ๅ›ใฎๅใฏ).

Tears dripping from your eyes,
Yearning for each lasting moment
To grow
A little longer,
I wish we were wound together;
Hearts, ever so closer-
A little piece of soul
Lost. We wander.
I’ve been searching for you
Forever.
We stand here,
In opposite directions,
Tell me its true,
This hazy recognition
From the begining of time.
Will we last with this fleeting second?
Forever, with a simple gaze –
My soulmate

Talisman

Lend me your heart,
And I will whisper
The wonder,
That the world couldn’t fathom;
With clasped hands
As we wander
Into nothingness,
But it is nothing less –
A place, where the tainted soul
Can grow the flowers
Untamed and innocent –
A little love,
And we will last.
My Talisman.

First Love

It started the first time,
When a simple look
From your brown eyes,
Sent her soul on a road
Not taken.
That was the first time;
The waves came crashing,
The will went raging
Past the saner thoughts.
Walking with side glances
Every time we passed.
Muster your courage,
And mumble your way
Past the insecurities.
Imagine, all the daydreams
Passing by, one by one,
Lasting, while some move past.
First love
The time
The walls begin to crack.

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