I drove back in time to that place
Where the weeping willows
And the murmuring meadows
Veiled in denial and regret;
Where the constellation contorted
And the significant stars
Leaped into the ocean;
I tiptoed to that place again
In search for the calming meadows
In search for the lost stars..
As this Hiraeth unfolded
To redefine the Closure.
And she learnt that
There can be only one moon
The one with the beauty
The one in the whole universe
The one that shines forever
The one to adore from a distance
And she learnt that
Belongingness is a true Deception.
We will refrain from the world
And redefine who we are
Into the ocean
I will hold you together
Afraid not to get there
Tricky ways you fooled
How did I even allowed
You to explore
Deep down my soul
When all you ever wanted
Was to hold
A perfect beauty
That gets old
The one unaware of the soul
Your love is just a taste of the sour!
The truth you ignore will hurt you only once but the lie you celebrate will haunt you everytime you think about it.
Round and round, it doesn’t allow you to be found;
For you lost immensely in the deep blue ocean
Whilst you always wished it to be the heaven;
As fancy as a skyline, rising you up like a lifeline;
Metaphors apart, considerations depart.
Bullied by the bitter truth, your path is no longer smooth;
Befuddled by where you stand, the whim no longer withstands.
Bravery neglects holding on, compulsive forces moving on;
To wherever it owns you, you have been espoused for this path;
The chosen one for your cup of chaos and certainty.
And with all of these imposed notions
You are still breathing fine, with your head under the ocean.
We are all victims, Anselmo
Our destinies are decided
By a cosmic roll of the dice
The winds of the stars
The vagrant breezes
Of fortune that blow from
The windmills of the Gods.
Can you come even more close to me?
I am unsure of the real you;
I am drawn by the imaginary you in me.
I am unsure of the care you show;
I am drawn by my beautiful assumptions.
I am unsure if we really exists;
I am drawn by the perfect ‘Us’ which eat my thoughts.
Can you go away from me?
I am spoiled with your madness.