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Knowing my
feelings are
as deep as
the ocean,
and high
as the
heavens,
you liberated
my heart
when I desired
incarceration,
for freedom
is the
entrapment
of my heart,
you scarred
my soul.

“Dangerously safe..
intensely mild..
intimately far..
mentally near.
a wave of different emotions..
in such a short time…
it is refreshingly scary…
what we have.”

Oh, these emotions
you referred,
spiraling with
a force that
could penetrate
a rock,
a feel
I am unable
to contain,
these tears
a sign of what
I desire
but might
not have,
helplessness a song
I have come
to know,
why should
I be scared,
why should
I deprive
myself
the privilege
of such a
beautiful
intensity,
Is it not
when love
turns ugly
that the heart
learns to appreciate
the beauty of love,
My heart
has a mind
of its own,
it cherishes
what we have.

What is actually
happening?
a question
for me and
not for you,
Is this an
addiction,
my opium,
an obsession
or more,
why am I
restlessly lost
when your
absence,
is not just
in flesh
but in those
contagious
words,
Is your
silence
to place
a scar
or a spell
on my heart.

I felt
there was
longer night
and
shorter day,
until I realised
it wasn’t the
weather,
but the night
seems long,
when your words
like spring
of running water
stop flowing
when we
go to bed,
and the afternoon
so short,
when your
words go
to sleep
from the
swift arrival
of the night.

It is not
the rhyme
that matters,
not the rhythm
that counts,
but the soul
possessed
with emotions
that seduces
mankind with
words.

Why detain
what is
free,
holding
back a
blessing
from the
world,
It costs
nothing
to sow
a seed
of smile.

I feel it
yes, yes
Like a flower
it’s growing
inside of
my heart,
my emotions
weaving
and
germinating
into thoughts
giving birth
to words,
I call it
poetry.