If you ever let me stay,
In the corner of your smile,
Somber thoughts might wear off,
I’ve been considering this for a while,
Thinking of what’s been more than enough,
I’ve lost my mind somewhere there,
I think it also accomodates me.
So simple, yet complex,
Is the corner of your smile,
It’s so vast that we can leap,
To the hola hoop of Uranus,
And do some classy waltz,
It’s so minute that we must duck,
Under a bright lamp post,
Our laughter will echo till midnight.
Let me feel the breeze you inhale,
Let me be dampened with your tears,
Let me record your voice that speaks,
Let me tie up that loose string,
Of the corner of your smile.
She is like a rose. She is so vivid and her pigment is so fresh, making her prominent among the whole bouquet. You pick her, but of course, why ever would you make another choice? She is full of thorns, but you don’t mind, you adore the feeling derived when your fingers are cut, because of her. Drops of blood, dripping down, no regrets. You hold her out before your eyes and oh, what a sight. You spin her around, and you just can’t get enough of all her angles, and every new spin introduces you to a newer angle which enthralls you even more. You rest her on your cheeks, she feels so cool on your skin, and ever so soft. You’re torn between looking at her and feeling her touch, and river of emotions. She has got a hold of the remote control, oh yes, that rose, and you are so devoted you pay everything you have to have her. Time is ticking, and she begins to wilt. Dried up with colour darkening, not as appealing, but you are still hypnotized, she would never let go of the remote control. I was the dandellion you blew away, when you still had naïve dreams, and somehow I’m also the napkin she hurled, that you discarded when reddened with your cheery blood. Those days, I suppose are long forgotten.
The difference between us, does not conjoin us,
Like I have anticipated,
It’s not a jigsaw, I am sorry,
We can’t be more seperated.
Where is your scent? I’m burning with fury,
Mind you, ‘tis my nature,
In vain I attempt to conglomerate,
Yet I cease to nurture.
I might not feed on colourful, winged creatures,
At least I keep them lovely,
Blind or not, you see not my features,
The consequences were deadly.
Take out your heavy palm,
Let it rest on my shoulder,
There will be a flowing spark,
Let go of your previous time lover,
We will whisper in the dark,
A phase ago, ‘twas not baloney,
Our eyes and lashes will never diffuse,
My absence is yonder, the balcony,
Believe me, I’ve got more to lose.
Hard steps across the hallway,
Terrifying ding is heard,
This happens every Tuesday,
As choking as milk with curd.
He makes his way to the table,
I hurry on the flight of stairs,
I hear the traditional babble,
“Come down to face the glares!”
“Pour sweetness in your glassware,
I’ll fill your sheets with scribbles,
Come closer and you’ll do well.”
My thoughts can’t help but dribble.
Somehow your image lingers,
Exclusively I can see it,
Control the wooden fingers,
The candles are to be lit.
He asks me why I’m drowsy,
You’re still there, oh, so wretched,
My thoughts are always bouncy,
Hoping dreams are fetched.
Love her, she can entrance you when I can not keep you for seconds.
Love her, you can float together in endless skies.
Love her, you are as free as long-lost birds.
Love her, queer things are sometimes lovely.
Love her, but brilliant things are always frenzy.
Love her, jealousy cuts me open, yet the sight of crimson keeps me moving.
Love her, she captivates you, while I stand there secretely longing.
Love her, she would not ask you to love someone else.
Love her, I am willing to go on living with pretence.
Love her, for I am always the one loved less.
Love her, I used to shield you from the rain and now it’s gone.
Love her, I am used to the state of being forlorn.
Love her, she’s here right now, you wouldn’t want to miss the train.
Love her, love her, love her, just don’t do it in front of me.
We were walking down the path, kicking the pebbles playfully, with tufts of hair occassionally obscuring our eye sight. It was a sunny-windy day, an unusual weather I was fond of; warm yet cool.
“So, what did you guys do this weekend?”, Adam enquired.
“Oh nothing,” replied Emily, “except for go to that Science Musuem.” She shrugged off. She shrugged off.
“That’s so fascinating.” I could sense he was making an effort in hiding his perplexed state.
“I didn’t even do that,” I seemed to be interrupting something, but I went on, “I just stayed at home, does home-made pedicure count?”, that’s what I always did, ask questions in order to mingle in a conversation, otherwise my words are just as insignificant as my presence altogether.
“I read this book,” Adam gleamed, inched closer to Emily sideways, and made an I-know-you’ll-like-this gesture, “it has a detailed section about symbiotic behaviours.”
“Cool.” I said, while Emily nodded casually.
My thoughts then decided to wander off, I watched Adam continue chatting as if in mute, and also noticed his benign gaze at Emily. The agitating thing was Emily acted as if she didn’t care. I sometimes wonder how oblivious people get when it comes to obvious situations as these. I could actually walk out of the path, no, grow some wings and fly around and they wouldn’t notice a thing. It even reached to the point that Adam often started off with a topic I don’t even know about, Physics being a major example, and I would just tag along with them like a complete idiot. We were supposed to be friends, the three of us, but things were heading the wrong way. To make things worse, Adam was, as a matter of fact, my all time best buddy, but he was being recklessly snatched away. Emily was my friend and all, but that was too brutal for me to let it slide, not that it was her fault, technically speaking. I despised the idea of Adam and Emily being an item, I was hopeless, I would ptactically dive in a pool of petrol just to set things in their right place…
I ventured out of the class room that morning and witnessed one of the most afflictive scenes, which cut in sharply and firmly through my ever so tender heart. It had nothing to do with inhumanity or animal abuse; yet it severely shook my castle of clouds. I tend to do that a lot- build a huge castle out of nothing but thick air, which collapses after an instant. We were childhood friends, the guy in Art class and I, yet he never failed to fluctuate me with his resplendant expressions, remarks and gestures. It was a pity to see him, however, with one of the most gorgeous girls in school; stunning in her looks, witty in her comments, with an air of ineffible gaudiness and charisma. She was charming in all ways, the closest to perfection. I was incomparable, to say the least. I maintained my calm expression though, or, at least, I thought I did; I just cleared my throat, adjusted my specs and tightened my ponytail. I have always imagined us having mountain hikes together, gazing at the stars, painting portraits of each other. I had to do it alone now, the fictional memories just, dispersed. He was in love, it was so easy to say, when you are accustomed to the eyes of a person, for more than ten, bitter-sweet years. I was happy for him,on the bright side, my unrequited love…