The Last Love Affair

But there are these gaps in between,

Where void and oblivion exist,

Dark and lonely, deep and suffocating,

That he only dared to dismiss.

But suddenly these spaces had shapes,

It had a name and a face,

And you had fallen so badly,

To the beautiful chaos,

Of the last love affair.

And suddenly the oblivion 

Has a memory, 

It remembers, it reminisces. 

The dark and the deep have reveries,

The breath can smell her scent,

The touch brings tremors to his skin.

And you had just fallen apart,

To the beautiful chaos,

Of the last love affair.

And in your solitude you find her grace,

Her voice becomes haunting 

Yet captivating. 

Her face becomes the afterimage,

Enticing, mesmerizing - breathtaking.

He speaks only her name.

And you know you have fallen madly in love,

With the beautiful, beautiful chaos,

Of your last love affair.

At First Sight

 Those who believe in love at first sight will never stop looking for strangers.

And the cure for love at first sight is to take a second look.

But you are the one stranger I keep on looking everywhere.

The love at first sight that was never cured by the second look.

And I had fallen even badly by the third time.

And I'm still looking at you now.

You are the one stranger I wanted to meet over and over again hoping the right time might be this time around.

The love at first sight so clear to me that it made me protest that love is blind... Because if love is blind... Why is it so clear to see...

I could look into your eyes over and over like its mine.

I could imagine your smile and suddenly it becomes my smile.

I could talk to you for hours and still walk a mile.

I could see your scars and still see you so perfectly sublime.

Your eyes are so pretty that it is a sin not to see it clearly.

 And maybe

We are just 

Like an unfinished song

Waiting for the right words

And for the touch

Of melody.

Poetry of You

But your presence 

Makes me question my past.

Of chances I did not take,

Of risks I did not dare.

And now, 

All I can do is indulge,

In the poetry 

Of you.

Cause even if chances 

Come my way again,

It is not right to take it.

And even if I dare,

The risk is no longer 

As nice as it was once.

And all I can do now,

Is indulge,

In the poetry 

Of you.

 Oh! But the world won't stop...
Even if we pause.

But what if I crossed 

Your mind?

Would you pause 

And linger in my memory?

And if I am your beautiful ghost,

Will you let me haunt you...

Forever?

 But what if 

Heartbreaks are meant 

For love to seeped through?

Would you go through the process, 

The brokenness and hurt,

Just to be filled in?

 I was never certain,

No! I was never sure.

Yet, I burned the ships anyway,

Even the bridges, I set into fire.

But not out of recklessness,

Not because I was not scared.

I was trembling, yes...

But my heart knows, for once,

I meant every flame.

For Slow Afternoons

 Before the grinding starts...