It’s 5 pm. I am sipping in chamomile  in your floral porcelain cup, skies are bliss blue, berry burst scones feels cold, warmth was in your banana breads  and the kisses you frosted on my forehead. Chrysanthemums you sowned have blossom some,now they decorate our graved love. Winds are caressing my hairs, it was once your fingers that thread through there. Your emerald eyes….noooo I squalled. Porcelain cup breaks into pieces melting in the salted tears. It was the only place where I felt your lips to me near.
May started with dandelion rush, caramel homes of December now taste like lemons and plums. Crimson love of next door hearts,
sweetness of pies and tarts. Dreaming of your hazel eyes , winds they feel like your vanilla sighs.
It’s summer morning, I am drinking in the sun, drinking in, till the cells of my body and my thoughts simmer and eventually burn. I see birds, always want to give them words but strings never played for them in my head. Just started to escape in all of this, I am concussed when reality give its hit.  All my  brain left with to say is, our life is all about the things unheard and unsaid and it’s just the series of goodbyes.
Just another day,  my sleeves still carrying the mess I was yesterday, I just everyday intoxicate myself by the brewed lyrics and loose myself in someone else’s beats.
Still more beautiful looks those city lights, though thousands were spent on the chandeliers inside. My eyes don’t sync with my heartbeat, minutes passed since I blinked. This “beautiful”melting my bones which are tired, making me flow into the glowing darkness, which is unknown but desirable. Beautiful this all is, but beautiful is also I find someone, who is somewhere in the pages of my heart which are stained by those brewed lyrics. But this “beautiful” makes my eyes to shut its door, because if I’ll stare for too long, my eyes would pour out the captures of him that it holds. More of a apocalypse but beautiful his feel is.It’s strange how “beautiful” makes me to taste different aesthesis.
Glaring through my car window, I am lost in the sepia sky, moon trying to play hide and seek but always hiding behind the trees. Lolly in my mouth seems to pop in my head, the taste of childhood meds. Don’t wanna go where m headed to ‘Cause this seems to be a calm place to hold on to. Glaring through my car window Oh! sepia sky I wanna escape with you.

When the sown seed turns into a blossom,
The dew on it resembles the sweat poured off for its caution.
That feeling is the one which gives beat to our bossom.

When day and night you work hard,
To give a surprisal to the one from whom you never want to be apart.
That moment when you make them smile,
Is the one when you truly feel bliss in your life.

Every soul has different path,
Darker the night more intense is the sun’s spark.
But the moments we truly live in will always be treasured in our hearts,
Will always be treasured in our hearts.


Just slow down,
And appreciate the beauty you have around.
Let your body feel the sun,
And let it wet in the rainy season.
Let the wind flutter your hairs,
Just live the life if you’re here.
Let the tears roll down your cheeks,
Let your smile give a rythm to your beat.
Don’t fake your love,
Dare to have a true heart in this fake world.
We are all duty bound,
But it’s okay for a moment to feel this life of yours.
Cause at the end everything works out.




Can we just hold each other’s hand?
And set out to see a new land.
Take the leap, to create our own melodies.
Wandering and wondering,
To make each day worth remembering.
Placing our footsteps at every place,
‘Cause at last all that matters is the memory we make.
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