to believe in what was lost
for over a dozen months
— to fall in love, but slowly

from those old pictures
of blisses and grandeur
to new messages unread

for what reason was it
to be found living like that
only to be forced dead

now, one can never expect
a sharp cliff waiting for them
at the end of a short story

a touch of summer
expressed a hundred ways
for me to show you
how much i love you
in all the possible ways

from dreams you came
my dearest euphoria
dancing my heart
into a myriad of skips
from your every smile

looking into your eyes
and summer has gone
but my heart is ready
my ray of sunshine
for a thousand more

in the blink of an eye, you kept decaying.
lost in space, and no one can help you.
everything in front has morphed like free desert sand,
with some praying to stay as sandcastles because of
a gust that only prides of insignificance and is clever.
but they deemed it puny, and we dealt with their mistakes.

so we had to run to a labyrinth of terrifying ends.
you had no choice but to move further, away — alone
but to move was to be tickled by the dust devil,
and to stay was to mope in killing silence.
you leapt into both worlds in shifts —
to suffice yourself, even while stuck in the labyrinth.

every day was a mobius strip, and it stretched into months
of moving, of staying, and of waiting
until you discovered a sandcastle on one end.
it had veins of wear, but you tried to keep it *****.
lost in time, but you can help you.
and in the blink of an eye, you kept living.

— because after
all these trials
you shall bloom like
the shade of the moonlight
and tear no more
like rains of sorrow

from that moment i knew
surely that it was you
who ignites the coal
that soots my eyes

that moment i knew
that it was you
creating music
filling my soul

i knew;
it was you:
the colors—
my everything.

she is of sapphire:
where midnights kiss
for an ocean that glows
from the foam
of souls between dreams
to become photographs
woven into my eyes

and she is of carnation:
where petals yearn
for a love that follows
from the shine
of edges between stars
to become constellations
woven into my skies