Holding the Halley’s comet

 

A thing of beauty and a bundle of joy, amidst the coldness that it had, the Halley’s was around. Everybody knew but nobody had the guts or heart to fathom what lied inside it. It was a joy for the eyes of those who wander and only the bravest in heart and brain had the insight of actually catching that carpe diem.

Like the comet she was bound to come, when the eye had one chance of nanosecond to see her and the heart had lesser time to fixate upon the things that made her the person she was. It was summer but the warmth was hidden deep inside the ice cold envelope that would safeguard her heart.

As he walked to her, with no surprise he was frozen in the void of space, the faces she would make and the moves she would do, like halleys she was so beautiful, yet she threw a narrow turn, and swiftly moved away him and there it was, just like halleys he could only see the footsteps retracing. His heart watching from a distance as the coldness slowly left him into a distant oblivion like a recurring dream he would yearn for.

Halleys would come around. A year and now ready to behold the immense splendid work of the lord, he was sure to not just get a glimpse but dared to catch and even safeguard her for she was wandering the space just like halley’s roundabout. She was afraid he would freeze to death, shattered into pieces in even trying to get hold of her, the fierce ice and stones so desperately staying away, for she felt just her touch would freeze even the bravest of the hearts and would fool to death even the strongest of the minds.

But a heart wants what it wants and theres no going around it. Like the comet she returned, and when she got closer, he wrapped the heart made full of fright, and challenged every notions of hers that broke the icy envelope around her heart and caressing the curls and the curves, held unto her.

Though the knees would bleed and heart would turn blue, the warmth inside her would turn him mellow. He was stupid to catch a comet but was determined and as she would painfully try to get away, as much as she would push, with warmth and care he would get her realize, her heart is not that difficult to tame, for she is a comet, with ice and rocks and a pure heart inside for only the ones who conquer.

Pacemaker

 The way Orpheus calmed the oceans tide,

She is a soothing music to ears,

Toughest masterpiece,

Apple of the eye, and

Butterflies to the tummy.

The way Swift entered his heart,

The good in him was better,

The better were the best,

And the best in him got lucid to light her heart.

The scars faded into that light,

They were vivid in their faces,

The guards around his toughened heart,

Now melting by the radiance 

From her inner self,

The image of the person she was meant to be,

Deserved to be,

Now dancing in his eyes.

Cute faces she would make, and 

Blinks she would do;

The way he watches her like;

Palpasa and Drishya,

Jack and Rose,

Fatima and Santiago.

The breeze in the summer,

First sun after a blizzard,

Evening spark of the venus,

Hiding behind the moon;

And the moon now behind the clouds,

Too jealous to reckon her beauty.

The roses in the garden were afraid to bloom

And bees stopped singing,

The hearts now paused and the time would stop

When she gives color to even black and gloom

Her heart wasn't black and blue anymore,

The tender hands of hers now,

Sketches the story she wanted, 

The one she truly deserved 

Earned and awaited 

The lubly dubly tried as they could,

For they knew it was only that matters.

Dreams

 There is a reason are gifted with the ability to dream while sleeping. 

So powerful stories, such motivating, and the infinitely ideal life one might dream about,

Leave you with a touch, a time lapse into what could happen or not, 

A flash about the future you could have, a road about the journeys you would take,

The dreams you have is possible, the dreams you dream are real,

Its yours to make and its yours to shape, one little brick everyday,

There will be castles and there will be ranch, a swift beautiful river on its edge;

The life you dream is yours to make, as is the reason that we do.

Title remains

 It surely is a roller coaster, all the things that really do happen,

It surely is a movie, with forever spinoffs and sequels,

I asked the roads i had traveled and the places i had been,

I asked about the memories that were rooted deep down within,

What of the life and the variables that always hit us,

Why the happiness that were once vivid, seem a distant echo now, 

Slowly flatlining into the silent void of just dark emptiness,

Distant tiny point of hope, holding on with a desperation,

She was the moonlight yet i was the moon with scars,

The eclipses that life had had, won without a fight,

Let myself on fire just to keep on holding to the light,

Only grows stronger

 Love based on all the best kinds across the whole universe,

With happiness more than the whole hearts of world combined,

Started a life, liked plucked from a dream, so vivid and nice,

The lovely dubly loved, like they always deserved, so completely intertwined,

Heart and soul, mind and body, feelings and respect all combined,

There live a lovely dubly one, destined to be the best in the kind.

It only grew stronger, when there was distance between us,

When a freely warmly flowing river is cut through the banks, 

Never does it cease, but gains only tributaries,

Only flows wider, only gets the wings, it always deserved.

The love got wide, the love got heavy, but the heart grew too, 

It only grew stronger, the lovely dubly one, knew their life wont be snatched.

Title remaining

 And yes it was drizzling outside, and the coolness from the breeze when blended with the warmth from her radiating self, it was a disaster.

I peeped at her eyes almost every time. It would be a fleck of seconds but it would take me so inside of her. So sullen her blinks would be, never had I hoped, and so lost I would be yet it was an adventure ride. She would speak and everything was silenced, except the sound of the rain that would mean surplus to her melodious words. 

I could see her speak. Like the words were being carved beautifully in her more recherche neck and sweetened by the lethal lips. So succulent the atmosphere it was, like something planned from the favorite of the dreams.

I had never in my life felt the racing that I had that day. I was way into my memory lanes. If I had my maya meter in the days, I am not sure it was green despite of everything. But now just when her so brilliant eyes blink with the fluttering lids, shadowed beautifully with the right cover of the befitting makeup, it damn right melted me.

Melted where the guards I held up high with the fear of being not valued. Deliquesced where the walls I held up high for personality that was so demeaning..

But there she was with her never wearing eyes watching joyfully at me, simplifying every mainstream irrational principle. 

She was speaking, I got tripped into, yes. I could see her speak, not just were her words, giving me a sense of hearing, it was like my whole cingulated gyrus and amygdala that were hit. It was a communication between all the six senses at once. I say to boo, how surreal it sounds. But it cannot be any less truer. But I wanted to stop her. 

It was almost past evening, like I say, when the sun was sleeping and the stars were just awake. When the first cricket and all the insects started to sing in the garden, and when the moon light was on her lustrous face, and her eyes flawlessly reflecting the slim flame of the candle, and I was melting painlessly but with a rightfully earned warmth from her. And I was taken to the world of my dreams to see her hum about the princess that was inside her. I was stopping her another second. It would be a savior to my innocent self that was fighting a different cute but tough war inside.

I wanted to hold her arm, despite of the verity that it  could give me a shock instead, so much  of beauty like right infront of you, and so much of cuteness tangled with right sweetness. In a speckle of moment, when there was the right beam on her face, and the right stars in the sky, when the redness on her glowing face was not red anymore, and the cheeks were tending a affectionate dimple, I gathered my leftover nerve and a heart more adoring than of poor romeo’s

It was only 5 cm distant our eyes were, and some 30 cm distant our hearts were, I held her soft nippy hands and that was when the whole universe stopped. Too intricate it was when everything stopped right when we were pitch locked, like the rains were held us above our head waiting;  Moon and stars weren’t blinking, eyes wide open, the crickets were silent and silent were our hearts, escaping beats, then it was when we were eye to eye, heart to heart, and whole real universe was waiting, except one person who could and did ruin it, the supposedly supporting waiter disturbed to bring us the ice-cream when we already were about to finish our first bite of it already.

One kind of love

 “I cannot love you back the way you love me. You will never have that place in my heart.”

“Not even for today?”

“No never”

“So you want me to leave?”

“No, i value your presence”

“But you cannot acknowledge that you want to love me too”

“Not that kind of love”

“But there are no kinds of love”