The sparkles and twinkles
in your eyes
send coordinated tinkles
down my sedentary spine.
Is it a dream?
Is it just a dream?
If not then let me squander
with you till deep sleep
is no longer unfathomable.
You deserve to be loved
by a certain someone
who remains unloved.
Unloved because of you,
because of the very thought
of your undying existence.
This existing apparition side
of me remains invisible.
It's waiting for
a sudden sensation,
a flickering pivotal motion
where everything that surrounds
suddenly collides.
An unstoppable fluctuation
of boosting and oozing emotions
where two bodily vessels
of spinning components
intersect to form one spectre.
Unknown-imously and unknowingly yours,
here lies my guesstimation
of incapacitated adoration.
This, unreciprocated,
will never sail
away from you.
This, unappreciated,
will never switch
to pitch black.
Everything here, there,
and everywhere will not vanish
in just one obvious oblivion.
The phase of adoring
and admiring your existence
continues without changing anew.
Every interval counts,
even split seconds
of separation in saturated space.
That's my lifelong clandestine
secluding an ocean of you
Every punishing wave
that pushes me away
from the sight of you
pulls me closer
to embrace the nearer you
All ups and downs
define a mountain of love
All circumnavigated twists and turns
conspire to orchestrate fate
Is it an illusion?
Is it just an illusion?
If not then let me skedaddle
with the mystified memory of you
Let me indulge myself
in the equilibria of blood and sweat
--Those I've used to paint
a portrait of your perfection
Not to mention the tears
that stain the entire masterpiece
I have painted you
in the gardens of imaginarium
Both flora and fauna
celebrate your beauty
You're indeed a combination
of calibrated complexity
and celestial complexion
You're the one
I respire and perspire
You inspire me
in a world full of
quandering people
It's like you're written
in my palm
or carved in my heartstrings
I don't even know
if my skull bears a symbol of you
or my brain houses
a nerve just for you
All I know is my heart
, a social pariah, becomes a pharaoh
everytime I see you
What my mind dictates
is just a hologram
of unpretensed approval
Is it an exaggeration?
Is it just an exaggeration?
If not then let me deduce
you into a never-ending poetry
The one that makes
all night owls fall in love
with the nocturnality of enigma
You, an accented coincidence,
are the unsolved mystery of night
Even the deafening sounds
of silence can't hear you
You're like a lurking
luminescence in vagueness
What you are is
a wonderful will-o-wisp
of breeze's breath
and mist's cloudiness
I tempt myself
to tender a perissology of you
This time I tightly hold you
in every unuttered expression
This time I'm no one
but an osculating wind
caressing every fine inch
of your soulful anatomy
I listen to the beating
of obsolete orchestra
inside your chest
Such ethereal symphony!
Sad to say the name
it bellows at the top
of its air parachutes
isn't mine
But the ebb motion of
upbeat recognizes me
I'm like one of those
hanging notes beaten
by rhythms and melodies
I rhyme with your inconsistency
and sound like your incoherence
A musical sculpture of emptiness
romanticized by a livewire composition
Loving you is pinching me
till my capillaries swell
It's torturing me
till my temple and
overall tempo crush
Is it a damburst daydream?
Is it just a damburst daydream?
If not then let me slumber
with you in my dungeoned dreams
This time, we capture the fortresses
beyond love, life, and lore.