No I'm not the one for you, Nor you are for me, I can never be happy with you, Bcuz all I do is bleed.
Carrying a heavy heart, Watching my emotions depart, Here I lie in the acatalepsy, That is slowly becoming my idiosyncrasy.
I hope this doesn't hurt you, Bcuz I never loved you, All we had was an illusion, Nothing more than confusion, Driven by impulse, never by passion.
I know you will find your lucky stars, And I wish you a new start, I don't think it will be easy, But let's stop being so klutzy.
I shall close my eyes as I effervesce my duende, I hope you don't think I'm smiling, Bcuz this is the sound of me dying.x
Vocabulary: 1.acatalepsy: incomprehensibility of things; the belief that nothing is certain, only probabilistic 2.idiosyncrasy: way of thinking that is characteristic of a person; peculiarity 3.klutzy: socially inept 4.duende: mystical charm of one's art 5. anagapesis: falling out of love for something or someone
Writers' block isn't an obstacle if you write about the ideas you don't have, the pen that has yet to write, and the pages left unmarked. Let the questioning be the answer and the absence be the content.
She let love grow in her heart. As the roots entwined with her blue and red, becoming one. It bloomed, Offering endless love and joy to all who cared to sit in her shade. Bearing fruits that would fill not only the starved stomach, But also the empty heart. The fruit of eternal love. It gave her purpose and a sense of satisfaction, Of a promise fervently fulfilled. Which only she knew of.
Creating a lustrous golden charm on the horizon Making the waves of the ocean catch fire When the sun drowned by bidding an elegant goodbye The sky amid the blanket of twinkling star got imprinted with a crescent moon smile
And this restless heart dived in love for that smile The edges of that serene giggle pulled stitches of her heart squeezed pain and poured the inked hopes to let her breathe poetry
And its lovely scar radiated shades of grace to decorate it as a metaphor in the verses of the sonnet. Every night the moon gifts lost shine to the broken soul to cherish happiness love and peace . . . . . Thought to make concrete on a different thing at least this time but I failed! Moon is love
A leaf plays a cute game of tag, along with the zephyr and it creates a windy chime of its own with its sweet jingle. A leaf does a sublime jig with its friends and the mere sight helps us beat blues of our daily lives. The hues are a sight to behold.
Desiccated earth Radiating with longing, For moist pecks from Bulky door of paradise, In calming rain, finds the heart's belonging Releasing the saccharine aroma //petrichor//.
The mist of mellow moist wafting whimsically, Kissing and engulfing in an elusive ethereal spin. A feeling ensnared by the clenches of fond remembrance. Like the rhythm of your breaths upon my shrivelled skin.
A taste of your valedictory dance on my fervent lips, Aroused with each droplet, still makes me yearny. I left my head, enchanted by memory's grips, Craving you again, to make my heart explode.
Here again, Two drenched hearts encaged in a glass, Quiescent spirits amalgamated together like before, Promises swaddled and Tied to the gaits of each other, In eternal dance, laced with redolent sempiternal //petrichor//.
T H e Petric hor make my soul alive. I am a pluviophile. When the drizzle comes, I become so Ecstatic. Leaving behind all My agitations, I sway with full Of joy.The rain always makes Child who is busy building her own fantasyland. √√√√√√√√√√√√√