Bohemian Ray of Sunshine

earlier  I were a nyctophile  and you selenophile  it's still the same only now I'm your moon and you're my night sky     (pc- Pinterest)

// you're three layered cupcake icy whipped on my fingertips  dug into your bare milky skin dissolving before i can  taste enough of you to reminiscence  you're strawberry dipped in honey drooling from the crease of  my smile down my chin  sailing across the clavicle  kissing every inch of my bossom as i steal a bite of you all flushed hushed and goosebumped you're luscious blueberries on  heart shaped maple coated pancakes  intently waiting on our  breakfast table to be gobbled  as i breathe your ambroisal savoury breath  while sipping freshly brewed  nutty coffee on misty mornings  licking away the remainings of you from white marbled plate as you leave behind the tip of my frozen nose- love bit you're cinnamon stick i flick between my teeth slurping in your soul  like exotic lavender lemonade  devouring the thirst of my throat on lazy summer noons exhaling ecstasy  moistening the gaps in my parched lip...

My grandma always sang me to sleep     "there lived an angel in the cerulean sky      wove sapphire yarns embroidered with      lilac, pink and crimson fleece      people called it sunset      sometimes she blotted them grey      her tears kissed the earth      leaving behind her scent and bow      people called it rain      every dawn, birds twittered her a visit       rooster hailed cock-a-doodle-doo      so merrily she embroidered them golden      breathed tender breeze swaying trees      people called it sunrise" one night my grandma sang herself to sleep her woven neverland forever lost until I became a grandma and sang        "there lived an angel in the cerulean sky        embroidered with silver and multitudes         of or...

It's not a mess but 'it' is actually no matter how hard I nudge it in periphery it comes back  like a boomerang  strikes my gut and look here I'm bleeding anew oh! let me stitch it  'one last time' again but tighter i promise today my hands shake  with needle which says, "how many more holes  you want to dig deep   to call it healing?" silence screams silent screams I'm on the run what 'it' is afterall? help me to name it my moon's in sag my sun's in aqua there's an angelite  near my pillow below the dream catcher and i sing before sleeping along  its chimes, "it's healing, it's healing" it echoes and cries back to me "it's hurting, it's hurting" i sway the sword to fight back the cry "it's a lie, it's a lie" i reply eyes shut with tears it has to be a lie i sigh!     pc- Pinterest  

there's Venus and Moon in the clearing of clouds June and solstice eve welcomed by midsummer rain how can I not be in love? amidst this moisture and fire in air

we miss you they said long lost courage forbade me to say  I missed them back how to tell? too scared to write back i feel  my efforts to express are inadequate  now, void of sparks  which pushed me earlier to get high  with passion does it make sense? afraid to be questioned the same what makes a good poetry? rhymes? imageries? metaphors? or a poet's tenderness? i play their strings carelessly when it became about the 'perfect' art? one day hesitatingly i disclosed wanna write like Emily and William... they kissed me and sang better recite your own version literature accepts everyone every melody, every ballad but no copy cats. what if I'm  forgotten midst the parchment of history after all this victory 'one day you will be' like anybody who's inevitably immortal they never elaborated 'one day'  so patiently I stood meanwhile scribbling  in an illusion to never stumble on that 'one day'.      (pc- Pinterest)

I count my mouth ulcers which multiplies everytime the truth is not spoken. My emotions are there to vent not a topic for you to debate. I speak truth for which I'm hated I don't speak at all for which I'm hated I hide the truth for which I'm hated. I'm awed, do you posses warehouses full of hatred? or a heirloom you inherited? Cease asking me to say when you aren't all ears. Cease asking me to stay when you are always leaving. You shout at my mutism, what pleasure thou get from noise? I'm not your puppet, I'll wail if you'd ask me  to halt crying. Been rebelling all my life from people like you, from people like me. Who allowed you to  point at my choices? It's not my problem,  but yours amour! What qualifies you  to deserve my kindness?       pc- Pinterest

If I'm a disappointment give up on me then let me cradle in the  arms of solitude. How does it even matter? Wasn't I a human? Or you took me literally everytime I said, "I feel like an alien." It's a lie if I say I cannot loathe a lie, why?  Learnt to reciprocate your hostility. You weren't there  when you needed yourself? You know why?  Because I was there goddamn every time. It was never too much to ask you say things which make less sense, blamed upon me for losing my sanity? eventually got infected from your insensitivity. I ripped myself  stood naked under their peircing gaze to safe thy skin  You know that, no?  Thence I knew, You were nothing  but coward belittled me for showing valour. It were your fears, not mine. I despised you  for projecting them on me, I loved you for showing me mirror. Don't wander searching for my leftovers buried in that shallow corner where you triumphed leaving me in dirt dissolved in soil, thanks for astray...

I don't want you to listen to me fine being heard then forgotten on repeat don't decrypt- "What it meant?" There's always a thousand to mean, a thousand more to speak born to express , not to interpret I've lived in dark, I'll leave you there behind the bars of wilting world; came here to hide from the chasing spotlight, escaping the chains of demons highlight me not for a while, I plead.         pc- Pinterest

Midnight thoughts are a weird thing. But she liked them- she was made that way. People call it overthinking but she thought they were fantasies. She believed that, 'just because its a fantasy doesn't necessarily mean it's unreal'. She was born to see beauty even in the ugliest things. She's different- she has always been. It's like though she has eyes like everybody else - chocolaty brown- but she's the only person whom i met, sees everything differently. The corners of her eyes would wrinkle and would make her eyes vanish into a thin line. I'm jealous of her dimples. Those soft, faint on her left cheek. She would mimic Miguel from Coco pointing her right cheek then left, to and fro- " Dimple, Dimple Gone. Dimple, Dimple Gone." It's impossible to not be cheerful around her. She won't make eye contact with anyone but when she does, she mean it.  She chooses to see souls of only a few people, and she proves that eyes are for sure the gate...

Hey homo sapiens! Disclaimer- I had a lot to share but didn't want to break the flow so i haven't divided this blog into parts. I know it's a bit long but I bet it's worth your time. I'd be more than glad if you stick till the end but trust me for you'll learn something new today.*fingers crossed* So take a deep breath *c mon dude* and take a bit out of your time rather than randomly scrolling through phone. *winks* Long time,no see. Hm? :) This is an unplanned blog which I decided to write just a while ago. I was answering nature's call (hehe, the best place to get creative sparks tbh) and then i caught myself blabbering with myself. I do that a lot. It's nice and healthy, i suppose. Lately I had been wondering roundabout a few things. I had been questioning life, death, destiny, fate, past lives, karma and almost everything related to our soul. I have always been intrigued by such topics and then it's impossible to not do my research. See, I belie...