Flowershops in Florence

We will meet at another time perhaps, in another city or on an another continent perhaps. Ten years from now I'll be walking by a market and might see you in a flower shop in Florence. Lurking your hands through violets and cosmos to find something as beautiful as you for your garden. We bump into each other.  I take a moment to confirm whether it's you or not. You seem pleasantly surprised. I stare at you, get a glimpse at your sleep deprived eyes and start to wonder what is keeping you awake at nights. You feel a bit shy and look away but only for a moment though, for some reason you can't take your eyes off me either.. May be there was regret in your eyes or a relief that you couldn't hold on to me just like he couldn't hold on to you.. We exchanged pleasantries, imbibed  menial small talks but the same question ligered at back of our mind. Should we go back to our requem of feelings  ,or shut all the funny feelings bubbling up inside? 'What would be more mature? That wasn't what the butterflies in my stomach were telling me. What were we supposed to make of this collision? Mutual retaliation or the same old one sided putrefaction? 'Does he still feels the same?' she wondered, or 'Did he forget about me cause he was never good at history". We were both famished, we were both thirsty for what we couldn't have and for what we couldn't get. Would it be wise to give it one more try? All these thoughts galloping inside us I saw her calming down and asking me would you like something to eat? Now, how can you say no to that?? No to something that you wanted all your life, no to someone who wants to be with you. I said yes(obviously!! What gave you away right.).She had flowers and groceries, I asked to hold them she obliged and held on to my arm isntead.'There much warmer' she thought to herslf.. We went to a place she suggested. Nothing fancy but amusingly romantic.. We sat there for hours, catching up on life, art, pets and exes till we were almost outta time.. I walked her to her abode and realised she doesn't live far away from my place.. She started walking up the stairs, I was walking away slowly.. Call me romatic, think I'm crazy, I ran upto her and shouted "Hey, can we see eachother again", an familiar voice replied "Yeah, tomorrow may be"..

Youk Rain

The whole world watches as the hostile forces invade my brain.

What I used to call mine isn't mine anymore, the hostile authoritarian powers at play are trying to convince me that the ownership has changed.

Government, law, militia, propaganda keeps changing, yet our love remains the same.

Yes my world, my horrid world is at war again.

My streets were drenched in blood, the earth pouring rain.

We wash our wounds, we bury the dead, we can't get hold of an anaesthetic to numb our pain.

Our will doesn't surrender to dictators, but our bodies do to ammunition and strikes.

Reality kicks in so do shame.

As history dictates the tragedy of lives lost is not as catastrophic as a strike on a dictator's vain.

What will become of us? What will remain?

Will we become memoirs of martyrs who died for their freedom or condemned into metastasized refugees who can never live freely again?

Panorama In Blue

I'm in awe of you.
I'm in awe of every little thing you do, like how you curl your hair and how ravishing you look in blue.
I'm in awe of every little detail about you.
I'm in awe of her hair, eyes, and skin. I'm in awe of every distinctive hue.

I'm in awe of all the mesmerizing tranquilities you possess, despite the fact I only get to witness a few.

To see your smile must be a wonderful view for someone who gets to be around you, with all your beauty, you must look like a panorama in blue.


 I'm smitten by how you stare, like you care, you're always there, whenever I need you.

I'm smitten by the fact you are my closest friend. I'm by the fact you help lost causes and rescue kittens.

I'm smitten by how choose to preserve my sanctity and continue to be my sanctuary.

I'm smitten by the fact you are the woman for all seasons and not just February.

Out of all things iI could pretend to be with you, I choose to be vulnerable and true.

To embrace you and tell you how I feel. To share the warmth I have is the only thing wanna do, for all it's worth, you must feel like a panorama in blue.

I'm bewitched by your strength, your courage.
I'm bewitched by how no constraints can ever be your cage.
I'm bewitched by the fact that you have the youth of a child yet knowledge of a sage.

I'm bewitched by the words you whisper to me, and then you become poetry on a page.

I'm bewitched by the magic in you and the miracles you do.

To shower you full of surprises, to witness a few sunrises, to be done with all the disguises and to to finally give in to all the plans I have for you. You must dream like a panorama in blue.

I'm aroused by your brilliant mind, your thoughts divine, and the notions you bind.
I'm aroused by how you are tough you are, yet you treat people's minds.

I'm aroused by everything about you that is free and wild.
For all intentions and purposes, you are one of a kind.

The symphony of emotions you have started paying in your heart turns into melancholy when I'm not near you.

To drown in your company, to get lost in your eyes, and to engage in your thoughts are my favorite things to do. For all the extent of my imagination and belief, you must taste like panorama in blue.


©writernova

Seven -Eleven

I was thinking about you last night, how you always save me when I feel lost.

Or maybe I was lost, so I was thinking about you.

I was thinking how much fun would it be to get lost together in a city as anonymous to us as we are to them.

We would divulge the food, the people,  the art, and the culture of that place till there is left for us to sink in.

We would witness the night in our favourite shade of whiskey.

We would taste every palette of the moonlight sky, till we memorise the aftertaste of it all.

We can travel through a lifetime of thrills till we hit a dead-end at seven in the morning.

Our hungry exhausted soul would light up as we come across a dimly lit Seven-Eleven.

We would be in our flawed vulnerable headspace, basking in each others company with whatever bit of sobriety we have left.

With no demons left to kill, no secrets left to spill. We gonna chill through the momentary bliss that we stole from the world which doesn't understand our language.

As we sit on the floors of that Seven-Eleven, you will smile at me and I will smile at you, and hopefully, we will see each other again.

My Gypsy Friend

Hi gypsy women, where are you off to now?
Who is it that calls your soul? The sands of the desert, or the waves of the shores?

She doesn't share the sun and the moon. She keeps a whole universe to herself, riveting every planetary phenomenon, choreographing every constellation, befitting of being called a masterpiece.

I hope she opens the door someday revealing the beauty of who she really is. I wished to be called upon by my gypsy friend who stays far away. I hope to see the empires blue and the skies grey with her.. I hope to travel with my gypsy woman someday.

We are Nuclear..

I don't know whether the glass is half empty or half full.All I know is I'm drowning in in my emotions and I'm done playing it cool.

I feel my passions for you burning inside my body like Tapanuli fever.I pour myself a glass of wine and cry me a river..

I touch my burnt cigarette with my lips one last time before it flickers away.

Just like I did with you before it all ended in flames.Even if I light a new one it still feels the same.

All the roads I take for exile are shipwrecked by the reminiscences of the sweet words which you used to whisper in my ears when we couldn't get enough of each other.

We had enough of each other I guess,plutonic notions exploding like reactors to a nuclear fission, swearing our atoms won't ever get close to each other ever again.We subjected our love to entropy, sparing each other another lifetime of pain.

©writernova

Zendaya

My world is very different from yours, lightyears apart, theorically doomed, practically not feasible to co-exist.

But we do share the light of the same star, shade of the same sky in the same universe don't we?

May be you are my reckoning,  or just may be you are the miracle that I was hoping for all along..

The times  I have pushed you away to save myself,  are the times I wanted to seek solace in arms..

But why do I feel tangled in your thoughts when I promised myself I will never go down that road again.. 

For I'm lost, in love, confused and in denial about my feelings for you, making sure not to make you aware of the power you have over me.. 

You make me weak on my kness yet when I'm with you give me the courage to face the world with all their eyes judging me..

Not a day goes my when I don't want to tell you the truth, that You mean much more to me than I let the world to believe..

The truth that there is a part in me which believes in you more than my insecurities..

We are fight a cold war, you and I, and sadly we both are losing in this entropy of madness.

But be it winning or losing and everything in between, I want to do it all with you,every day every week, every season, surrendering to my unscathed notions which rebels against every reason which tells me we can't be together..

We are doomed ,you and I.

Doomed to either fall in love or fall apart, Doomed to see this through, or break each other's heart..

©writernova