TANGLED VIBES

I tried to let my heart, rest it's wings but it always start to wiggle and jiggle hearing you in the shimmer of the silence, feeling you in the space between white lines never looking away from your eyes holding a card, a little longer than it should, for i am yours and you who questions why wondering about what you have left behind that i hold "the footprint" all angels leave a mark on this world yours are made by guiding me home, inside my fragile bones

I want to write you words that are greater than the sum of your victories, and less than the sum of my mistakes. Words that can be seen from the city's skyline and from the harbor that I call home because I don’t have grant gesture to show you how much I care about you perhaps I’d never have. Words that can withstand any distance put between them, because they are true with sincerity that still feel you even in the space between these white spaces. Words that are strong enough for both of us to live by or maybe just for me I want to write you words that exist in my head and my heart right now, but will soon become only my to keep yet I don’t know how to write to you. I want to ensemble sentences that will fix the flux of emotions you felt, and passages that can connect two lonely dots that will live too far apart from each other on a world map, how everything is different with you, how my own heart fill the air yet makes space for you between each one call while my head l...

Even in those moments where loving yourself seems like the hardest thing in the universe, I need you to remember this, I will love you fiercely when you feel like you least deserve it, quietly when you make mistakes, boldly when time slips like sand between your kissed fingers, madly in your nomadic forms, truly when you feel like broken, across every tectonic plates and surpass time zones picking up the broken pieces, on every tattered edge, because I say your name with hope in my chest. I know loving you is sometime very hard, but I promise I will always, because your smile ripples my fragile bones.

Like a  Sunday  morning your smile respirate a galaxy of warmest color that sheets a tangled weave of letters, that i replay in my head, somnolently in late night;smiling, it creates a sandstorm- tempest of the binding whispers of the moment when our eyes used to meet, folding me into a jungle of minutes for  bewildered  reactions of blink slanted sight, and then again rising like repetition, like respiration with concertina tapping back to chests, bolting out my lungs, like an asphyxiant in sweet favors whisper with glorious release in the pleasure of your grip.

Orion and Stars In opulent Night Sky Preaching another- Neon Lies

With So many Men,  Falling at her Feet,  She Chose the one, -Still Standing "Summing up the Love affair of Earth and Moon"   P.S- I've been blamed for writing too much much cosmic connection can't help comes naturally sometime . P.S.S - Image taken in Bangalore or Bengaluru (and yes i'm in love with this place weather now :D ) 

Sometime the way words mix memory and desire in some pseudo-random, uniform distributed fashion that every conditional rationality starts to elude me in countless ripple and I find myself somewhere out there, losing me in the chipped corners of my heart inside the soul geomerty that have marched on this time's faultless serenade only to leave pieces of dust and smudged fingerprints into the emptiness of no answer. In these hours when people's heart weigh more than the Earth Mass, I find myself with my hands open, heart out rearranging hopeful sentences that can't be measured up neither can withstand any distance put between them and chasing down people who do not want to be found or profess absolutes (even though i have learnt not to). I let the nostalgia sip in and your dancing silhouette grind my bones into dust and breaks the existence of my molecule into atoms with an algorithm that beat into yours submission. I let the blazing hot cosmos of your heart a...