Untitled #54 & #55

This feels like home
It seems that God has smiled on me again
You; the answer to one of my many unuttered prayers
I have you; I’m for you

This feels like home
On my bed separated by only cotton
Holding onto one another, hoping that we can have this forever
You in my arms, and I in yours

This feels like home
To be loved but not known is superficial
To be known and not loved is jarring
To be known and loved is home

Home is you
Love is you
Forever is you
I’m for you

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Home
It certainly felt like home
It’s only fitting that the word ‘home’ would remind me of you
You; the answer to one of my many unspoken prayers

This feels like home
Home, alone
Reminiscing, trying to not get addicted to the pain

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Found these. Incomplete drafts, same theme.

 

Untitled #52

today, i remembered your smile the first day i saw you.
the other day, i remembered the taste of your lips when they met mine for the first time.
the other other day, i remembered your scent and how i always wanted to smell it – and just know that you are close, to me, with me.
the other other other day, i remembered you and that was yesterday and the day before and the day before the day before and probably tomorrow as well.
i miss you.
ever still my muse.

with love.
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Untitled #51

I wonder

Is this how it’s always going to be?

An unintentional reminder here

A random word there

And I’m triggered – it all comes flooding back

My blood pump beating faster than it normally would

And sometimes, I have to fight back the sudden flood that threaten to break the dams

The box of broken dreams and memories that would never be made still sits there – literally – still unopened

I miss you.

“Some loves lodge themselves in the tissue of being like mercury, pervading every synapse and sinew to remain there, sometimes dormant, sometimes tortuously restive, with a half-life that exceeds a lifetime.”

Untitled #48

Love is patient, love is kind
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud
It is not self seeking and it is a whole lot more
It’s all sweet and sounds nice until it requires us to be..
Have you got it within..
Have you got Him within..
Saved sinner or otherwise, it’s a mighty long walk
There’s no fear in love, but there is a cross
To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god
Falling for the fallible in a fallen world
What would you get? it’ll go wrong eventually
Can’t take that chance; a real brother moving in silence
Never attached to anything
Can’t love these beings; my time would come quick
The unspoken motto of my younger self..
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the post above is the first draft of a spoken word piece i’m working on. let me know what you think.

Untitled #46

the many shades of uncoupling;
the freedom that tempts one to despise the bounds of love
or whatever you want to call it now;
the give and take of mutual adaptation now seem to leave a bitter taste;
that is how it goes – falling for the fallen on this side of the divide.

that’s just how it goes;
when two shapes merge to become one;
some edges are blurred in the one;
the realizations of uncoupling – finding and feeling that lost edge again;
it’s just one of those things; the bounds and the cross of love.

In a heartbeat..

Can you hear it?
Have you felt it?
Can you see it?
It’s somehow both tangible and intangible isn’t it…
This I know; my heart beats for you..
Biology and science has nothing on you…
They say there are millions of bytes of information in a strand of DNA…
Listen close my Love, sometimes uneven, sometimes steady, listen…
There’s so much more in a heart beat…

Musings #12

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“It’s one thing to believe in sacrifice, it’s another thing to live with it.”
I heard this quote while watching Madam Secretary, a US drama series. The sentence just hits the spot. I was reminded of another quote that is in the same vain; “We all love to say that Love is patient, until Love requires us to be patient”. It’s a common theme in life isn’t it? I have had and am still enduring some form of it – the drag of the dichotomy of the heart and the mind. It is one thing to know something to be true with the mind or brain or head, it is another to have gone through and know by experience. Read More

Musings #11

Worship

Are we not so prone to it?
Be it fellow humans or things.
The eternal one or fleeting things, moments or feelings.
What is it about that vacuum.

Self-Denial

I’ve been thinking about this lately.
It can be hard. Very.
Struggling with desires, longings and temptations.
There really is nothing new under the sun.

Growth

I’ve always thought it to be obvious and self evident.
It’s all been downhill from the beginning.
Barring the truth of the message.
We are going nowhere slowly.

Work

What is it about this?
We all need that sense of purpose.
In life, this matters.
The eternal can never be earned though.

Life

What is life without love.
To love and be loved.
To know and be truly known.
Love is supreme.