Zenith of all realities

It exists, this reality of riding on the back of a motorbike with someone intangible weaved of fabricated thoughts existing in the realm of dandelion puffs a belief that this is eternity that the purpose of life itself has been catered around simply holding you in my arms and that life is now complete there’sContinue reading “Zenith of all realities”

Noticing you

I’ve loved you from the first time that I noticed you I’ve even blocked my mind from the line of chicks that are after you if this delusion’s alright then why’d we want it any other way if you wouldn’t mind then I’d see you just from faraway and if you catch me I wouldn’tContinue reading “Noticing you”

Billy Collins — The Vale of Soul-Making

Taking Off Emily Dickinson’s Clothes First, her tippet made of tulle, easily lifted off her shoulders and laid on the back of a wooden chair. And her bonnet, the bow undone with a light forward pull. Then the long white dress, a more complicated matter with mother-of-pearl buttons down the back, so tiny and numerous […]Continue reading “Billy Collins — The Vale of Soul-Making”

Royal life

We belong in the likes of an open palace where the air is sweet, the weather is warm, and there’s palm trees everywhere You’ve got your golden robe and a crown full of pride, and I look up to you, like a helpless little bride We belong in the likes of a long forgotten castle,Continue reading “Royal life”

Dear fruit fly

I understand you, you freakin fly, I can’t believe that I’m me and you’re a speck of dust in air but somehow I’m moved by you and when one is moved, they understand the pain that one is going through, and it’s called love never mind who… what you are what matters is this processContinue reading “Dear fruit fly”

Veered paths

Tell me, please where do we go from here I know where I wanna go in your arms guided underneath the shimmering stars in the night sky only they know everything that I feel about you about this life and the path it makes, veered around you away from you watching you from afar withContinue reading “Veered paths”

You look like that, And you got soul…

Dry ice; like cold arms sizzling ice on fire matchstick on a box your soft kisses like an unloading avalanche cascading waterfall like hair released from a broken wall unexpected ripping of the skies a downpour of rain on an otherwise pleasant simple day your eyes that take a glimpse and disappear that appear again,Continue reading “You look like that, And you got soul…”