Slow Motion

  

I'll put it in a slow motion,

Only to have more time with this emotion,

Though it is the torture I have to bear,

It is the bliss that in loneliness I've been spared.

Rewind

  

So I'll rewind it and go back to your arms,

And I'd rather be broken a hundred times,

For I wouldn't miss every single chance,

To be there and hold you and dance.

Rush

 

I want to rush it to the end,

Where the broken hearts mend.

But I don't want to fast it forward,

When your beautiful face is what I see upfront.

The One

And I weighed everything on the scale...

And found out that ...

The One is more than a hundred.

The One is more than the sum of everything.

A Thousand Pebbles

We will find a thousand pebbles,
And tens of other gems,
But only that one stone that has a story to tell,
Will be precious for us,
Worthy than the rarest diamond.

The Happy Ending

And we'll never find the happy ending,

Because we were traitors of our first loves.

We'll get to the end of our stories,

We'll feel better...

But feeling better doesn't mean happy.

A Thousand Heartbreaks

A thousand heartbreaks for the weekend,

All for the stories written,

But not for me...

But my heart still aches for thee.

Sparks and Spaces

 

Did we run into each other's arms just to fill in the spaces and then hurt each other when the warmth of the sparks ignited into flames?

Poignant Poetries

  

And for all the poignant poetries

Written under the moon.

The window pane knows the pain,

And the stars heard the fervent rains,

Of saline waters gushing into the eyes...

Of the one who lives in the bubble...

Looking outside through a clear lens,

Hoping someone will poke it,

Maybe cupid could arrow it,

But then, she'll just continue living in a bubble where everything is clear to see,

But inside is just a poignant poetry.