Beyond the nightfall Before the dawn, There's is a world of dreams In which I meet you. Crossing the threshold of reality Embracing the lucid, fluidity, I feel you,holding me from Breaking apart. Waking up to the world, not ours, I yearn for that moment of love. Having not found it I turn onto The light and wait for it to pass. You, had left. Perhaps I was Late.You didn't wait and I, Never stopped waiting.
"Love? What is that? nothing but a figment of my imagination" Lingering, longing, lasting love Simmering and steaming with passion. Upon the first glimpse One is blinded with the glare of desire. Looking closely, it is a shield of metal. What the world sees as an epitome, Is as hollow as inside of a tomb." The mind knows to differentiate it cannot love anyone without loving itself. "Who ever I love, said he, must reciprocate." But the gracious soul, the innocent one with a feeble voice, chuckled at the ignorance of the mind. " You poor thing, you, she said, don't you see? are you blind?, you can only love yourself, when you are selfless. The universe is within us and we are within the universe. Love is that state of being which transcends and does not coerce."
Slowly, Steadily,it creeps Eating me up from within Be oblivious I say to self But my self doesn't pay heed. Giving up slowly I realise, it is a slow poison, working cunningly maliciously in me. I have to combat, I say running helter-skelter, finding my refuge in spirits, herb and smoke, my antidotes. Now, my body harbours two beings One, closer to that supernatural and damaged by thoughts. Other, plunged in thoughts far from Above supported by fellow free spirits. Behind all those smiles, leaps fooleries, cackles, lies a pool of tears. Pat on the back to self, each day for the commendable show put up. Now, its time. "Enough!", said the softer voice. time to break open and stand up against the enemies. Time for the one to crush the other being from within. But somewhere the softer being knows that it ain't so easy and with that thought, it crumbles, giving it all up.
I know not anymore what I spoke Albeit I know what I felt. Memory is becoming a pariah to the mind It is your touch that reminds me of who I am and what want to be. The early morning vulnerabilities, emotional and physical remind me of the time we had, of the your breath,soothing me back to bed. And then, anxiety creeps, Will the azure of the sea and sky ever be one? Distance is the horizon, you, the limitless sky and I, the never-ending sea.