letting love in.

and, then, my sword,

hackneyed, time-worn

i kept somewhere

in hiding.

pulling his chest,
in soft, diffused light,
an inch closer to mine;

i conspired to cage 
his unchained soul,

his poetic, drugged mind.
only to kiss his voice,

sugary sweet, sublime.

then, walked slowly,
a few hundred miles,
in unknown terrains,
beneath endless skies, 
secretly humming,

a few musical lies,

he carelessly, 

wrote about me.

change

it seems,
of late,

tempestuous winds

of fate, 

unknowingly
changed their course.

before dusk

let me quickly

let you know

of all things,

I never said,

but wrote

for you. 

seeing is believing!

believe your eyes,

to know,

who you are,

look in my eyes,

and see,

what you can be. 

a magic trick

with hollow promises,

i filled up my heart,

and magically,

it feels heavy. 

some day.

years from now,

we will meet again,

and reflect back on

what went wrong. 

nemesis

hopelessly in love 

with a dream, 

a far-fetched dream; 

recreating 

with child-like faith

my own destruction.

no time like the present

don’t you dare,

in this mind fog

let pretty things 

we planted together,

wintery months ago,

go down direly

in a blaze of glory;

for now is 
that time

of the year,

when I need you

to hold me tight,

to look in my eyes,

and promise me,

we would weather

the storms of life.

out-of-sync

hope springs eternally

in my dopey, dozy heart.

even tiny doses of romance

put me into a heavy trance.

flaws, my eyes fail to catch.

i can fathom words unsaid,

swimming staunchly against

inviolable, infinite currents,

i can unknowingly construct

many fantasy-fuelled worlds,

then, destroy them, and rise

like phoenix from the ashes.

ah, moves for reasons,

the earth, albeit,

downright differently

under my feet.

deal?

if you allow me

to divide in half,

all that we have,

in our world,

i will keep you,

everything else

will be yours.

say-so

one day,

fantasy will give in,

and reality will win,

that day,

veiling you in haze, 

pixie dust will settle,

I won't be the same,

grasping the nettle.

but, till then,

or, at least, for now,

let me believe

in the kind of love

I have never found.