As the water brims my imagination,the shore sinks deep in my heart.
Is there a muse waiting to turn into art ?
Oh yes,You,a figure of wordy thefts ,no offences under laws,exempt!
As free as sold out books of itinerary
Carried away in hands of travellers to sway .
But here i wish to make you stay
For a while,listen to you till the music plays
So be my unrest and peace , salvation and grief
Or words ,I never wished to speak .
And what do I behold ?
A seizure of you, glancing camouflaged like a wind
Through the window in a city that forgot to breathe.
With an offer to hover around you a while in tranquility..
Over walls stamped with pictures of unknown faces ,
A room of last night's coffee traces.
Of serene and chaos round the corner
Red stained rugs carrying the weight of unread books a little longer.
And you look like a stranger that meets with a wide gapped tooth smile.
Wearing a hue of reticent cover under which you hide
Hand inked with a frisky wolf cooling right into a cup with nib
Could that write my demise?
Who cares!
Foot tapping on the floor, chapped lips,humming.
Oh!
Dreamy eyes with love galore, I see
Trying to steal a peak at
This mysterious 11:11 streak .
.
.
But you ... Wayfaring in
Your muse :
Unknown to my presence
A little defused
Into a ballerina of thoughts, prepared to sway and please
And there you go amused ,handing her heels of edgy words to start the show.
As she swirls,
Dripping out from your fingers, tiptoed.
But I despise her; break her sync with your fingers ,
break the ice of your eyes
Those eyes :
a little into reality ,a little otherwise
But then you mumble
"Let her dance , let her be
That sets the soul free."
so i let her be ,let her breathe
.
.
For who would sin to break such a muse
In return of deceptive warmth to use.
You be your poetry of shore
And I shall be the air ,transient to hold,
As a chaotic storm which darkens the daylight
Unnoticed and free
Yet hoping
You don't forget to breathe .