In the crowded stillness of the ocean I see the reflection of your smile that left exfoliating in the broad light Oh! eyes on me my love hear the rhythm of my beating heart echoing across the pearl of the orient sea for the promise of your love speak in faithfulness words for words stitched in my pulse rate your heart is a home where I reside for so long I can feel the rhythm inside someday, the same sounds, the same rhythm is where I cradle and held my final breath
The fresco of her silence, solely stayed in the attic of her heart Solivagant exiled in her perfumed beauty An abandoned pebble, a restless camouflage she is So as her heart, begging and thumping to be buried on blurry twilight While her agonies waiving at the nightingale To chirp and snatch the perpetrator inside her bone How suffocated she is, in the dust of her old age Inside her four cornered room Alzheimer feasting her brain, cataract paralyzed her vision For what is wealth, beauty, and wisdom If her body sleep in wrath and despair that bathe in the fragrance of her illness How can you blame her in the fresco of her silent scream? When no one can show her the fresco of the morning dew For her eyes engulf in the fragile dark shade of the sunlight Beneath a priceless engrave of beauty and perfection on her porcelain skin Lies an antique replica of her wishful suffering
I am of many-splendoured thing I can be your infinite truth in your blindfolded lies For I'm as the brightest and mightiest Sirius that you're longing for Though I am as carefree to create my own sins Nevertheless, I can be yours You can live in the garden of my soul Where the luxurious emerald grasses are yours So be mine, even if you're the most toxiferous Ivy I've ever known or looks like the scented scarlet Jasmine that I've meet last night I don't care! Just be mine and fall in love in my silvery grey cosmic heart
We're almost in a perfect rendezvous In an ambiance of petrichor aroma But no matter how many times I drift into your heart I become a HOPELESS ROMANTIC cold rain And you're the untouchable warm sun I am left stranded and burnt PAINFULLY BEAUTIFUL Into your ambitious blazing heat ALONE TOGETHER when the hour is drowsy I was drunk into your SWEET LIES, such SWEET SORROW Sleep in an ENDLESS HOUR in the same heartbeat I stayed and your shadow left I've been LIVING DEAD with DEAFENING SILENCE That LOVE HATE creates memories with BITTERSWEET Will you braid again this broken fibril of mine?
In search of a rare and glamorous flowers I've come across to the garden of my heart I've seen various of them ready to be plucked or decorated Like a Rose on its stubborn thorn, amusing hard to get Here's white pearl Jasmine of exuding beauty The flaming red Tulip of its deceitful kisses in the night The golden bursting of Sunflower inviting a warmth hug in the morning For sure they are all the same, it withers and dies Will you believe when a yellow Gardenia says, "admire and fall in love with my enticing scent or pluck the carmine Daisies arrogant innocent heart," Dare me or not Forget me not, no! never Will then, if you offer me one shoot of your nectar Are you willing to be all by my side, the way Peace Lily accompanied me in my dreadful mourning? For there are those flowers that I wanted Regardless of their true colours, I wish I had pluck one But beware of this mischievous clinging Angels breath of white and purple shades You will never know when it will intrude on your innocent fragile heart Oh, did you hear about the night-blooming flowers? These are Casa Blanca Lily, Evening primrose, Moonflower, Night-Blooming Cereus For some reason they exist into my dreams Yes, they did! but somehow, I'm suffocated with their toxic mystified beauties
I've seen a lot of flowers parade themselves in my eyes I sometimes taste their delicate repugnant nectar Sleep and caressing their blushing cochineal petals Unfortunately I was lured by their deceitful pleasing appearance But what makes me fallen in love, is the only Fireball Lily that grows in my neighbour's backyard Her simplicity held captives my heart Her refuscent cinnabar silken petals tantalize my teary eyes But only to find out she's in love with my gardener's son
"So...." Sitting across her in the mall cafeteria, a syllable leaves my mouth and manages to break her attention from the book she's reading. (The book----The fault in our stars---my favorite. About to be hers as well, as soon as she finishes it.) The curiousity in her eyes spells out the word 'yes' followed by a small question mark.
"How far have you reached?" I ask.
"Chapter ten" She answers, "Hazel and Augustus are going on an expensive date. None of them paid for it though."
"Ah! Amsterdam." I smile, reliving a brief glimpse from the pages following after the chapter ten.
"Listen..." I murmur under my breath, touching my hands together in nervousness. She notices it without fail.
"You look like you're about to confess a murder or something" She laughs." Should I be scared?"
'Close.' I think, 'Well, I am about to report a crime. But it's not murder and it's not committed by me. It's theft and I believe you're the person behind it. My heart's been missing since I met you. I know you've stolen it.'
I dismiss the thought knowing it could potentially bring out nothing but laughter from her. I stick with my regular dose of awkwardness, the one she's used to.
"Uhmmmmm."I murmur again. "Would you be mad if I say I like you?"
"No." She replies instantly. "Why would I be mad? I like you too."
"No." I raise my voice a little. "I mean. Not in that way."
I gather some courage to pump out the heavy words stuck inside my throat. And I start laying them down on the table, "I like you more than a friend. I like you like Hazel likes Gus. And like Gus likes her back."
She closes the book and slides it away to make space for her hands. She takes a minute to process it. Then turns her head away for a few seconds and then looks back at me, "Go on." She says. "I'm listening."
Thinking that it's now or never, I start pouring out all the remaining bottled up feelings in front of her. "I'm not entirely sure if you feel the same way but I can sense a deep connection between us that I hardly feel around anyone else. I've always found myself bearing a heavy weight on my chest, the good kind ofcourse, everytime you've chosen to smile. It's like your joy is somehow interconnected with mine. Everytime I'm with you, in person or on the call, I become the happier version of myself. And between meeting online and offline, I prefer the latter coz when you're close to me, breathing at a palm's distance, it feels like spring."
Her cheeks start turning pink, the colour of the flowers that bloom during spring. I lay my hands on top of hers and press them into a tender grip.
"There's only one life we are rewarded with. And I don't want to waste a single year from it being tied to someone who isn't you. I want to see you in the memories that I'll be creating in the future. So when I'm on my deathbed, I'll get to smile looking back at every single one of them, even shed a few tears, but only happy ones."
Her eyes begin glistening in the light above us. Visible tears layer up at the end of her eyes, waiting to jump and slide down her cheeks once she finds a way to speak.
I kneel down on my knees, putting all of the faith I had saved till now for this moment. I take out the ring from my back pocket and hold it up before her soaking wet eyes.
"Uhmmmmn" I murmur, "Would you be mad if I say I love you?"
"No." She smiles, wiping away the pool of tears, "Why would I be mad? I love you too."