I admire thee
Like I admire the moonbeam
Caressing your beauty
Like I admire the buds blooming
When it’s the brightest
Like I admire the amber-kissed skies
Blushing over the winding drive
For all I can do is admire
All before it’s too late
All before time flies
Between words
He’s free to teleport
To a different world
Where he’s writing his own story
The way it hasn’t been written here
Holding something close
Letting something go
But beyond it all
Just being the gentlest of souls
Life goes on or so it seems
While her mind is full of him and his memories
Who knows
If it’s she who’s caught in their cage or them in her’s
Her eyes may never give away what she truly feels
But sometimes in the cold hours of quietude
She lets it trickle, the old distress
Her soul whispers a silent prayer
That he’d remember her in the littlest of things he encounters everyday
The droplets of her bleeding heart may be wiped away
The wound may slowly heal
His face in her mind, sketched and erased
Since time immemorial
What will never cease to exist through this ordeal
Is the little voice inside her appeal
“I wish you’d come back soon
At least before spring bloom”
I haven’t met anyone who hasn’t appreciated poetry and romance. It’s just that most of them are too shy to enjoy them publicly.
Won’t it be nice if we’d let gentle words evoke fuzzy feelings and smiles that bring memories of some good times?
So…
Don’t be ashamed
That you’re smitten by the classics
Gone are the days
When lovers denied it
Don’t ease that pain
Let your eyes say
You’re happy when they’re here
Don’t ease that pain
Let your smile say
You’re happy when they’re here
So they say that time heals
Blurs certain images etched in memories
Therefore I walk the path with all my heart
Somedays needing to muster courage to dart
Through extreme feelings
Of joy brimming
Choking gloom
Withdrawal that left mountains of ache
Fiery rage
Several nudges it takes
To refrain from letting randos waltz in and steal my light
Several notes I make
To remind me that I am made unusual
Of dreams they will seldom see
Precious; valuable
Of dust from the stars and pixies
Glowing; ethereal!
I am the light they were gripped by
They falsified
Brutally and slipped by
I am a piece of heaven
Their hungry souls bit into
Gnawed and chewed but mind you
Their encased hearts thick with grime
May relish the flavour
But cannot assimilate the divine
Love,
In the quietude of the night, I couldn’t help but let my emotions pour onto this letter, that I hope, will make way to you one day. My heart echoes the whispers of ageless affection with every breath I take.
We are separated by the embrace of the cosmic canopy; dark and velvety. But if you happen to navigate through the misty ordeals of life, all alone, and need a companion, recall our soul tie. Pull over and look at the sky.
Somewhere behind the cherished ones, will I be present. I may not be visible immediately because I am distant. But if you look a little longer, and I pray that you do, you will see a recurring glint, ever so gentle.
That will be me… dimming my longing but wishing you well; hoping that you will shine a light too, leave a cue, that you’re thinking of me.
When you do spot me in the galactic cloak, do me a favor, will you?
Light a candle, will you?
Smile your brightest, will you?
And post a picture, will you?
Let the world see the admiration and gratitude in your eyes… of being loved unconditionally by a celestial being, living in whispers and sighs.
Yours Always,
Luminara Miles
It is enough
The crack you left for me
My love radiates better through small spaces you see
But make room beyond that wall you built
Be ready for the spark the flint
Followed by magnificence
I’m flaunting my flamboyance
No secrets no regrets
Oh, is this incomprehensible too?
It’s not for the timid after all
To be with a fireball
Priyadarshika I 