Well, it’s not about me and you and maybe it’s also not about the world either. This shifting place from my feet and flashing lights on my skin from the nearby window wants an answer as to why you aren’t here where you should have been? You fear places, do you?
An account of your beauty
If you would have watched beyond silly innocence of yours, I should have walked across the earth barefoot only if you would have your bright eyes on me like the sun in the mornings and stars in the night! Well, you seem arrogant, so let’s just see distances but without you! All those who wait for me fear I shall write beyond my wits if I don’t shy away and yet they won’t scream as you would listen. Mind that all world’s flowers don’t smell like your scent, and I don’t kill pleasure with pleasure either. So, will you spend a while on what’s going up in my mind or you’ll just make me go lull without your voice in my soul this night? Of course, you will…
Shall I pause for you or what?
As I go blank, the ruptures in my bleeding heart are no more a surprise, you have lost the money that you got to spend when happiness asks for barter and in the wee hours of midnight, I won’t come less than a scarecrow to let you scream and jump on me like a bubble in the sky. You see, you won’t be able to touch me either! Shall I pause for you or what? Coz’ I’ve some books pending to be composed and some few prizes yet to be nameplated for me. And as I suffer a little for the vacancy that I feel now, at least I got a cure against the current of you. Well, only if that’s permanent! I wish…
I know you won’t ask what’s this is about?
So, I know you won’t ask what’s this is about? A prank on me or just to show how much hurt it is on my side which I want to show or is it another legitimate proposition to approve of my creativity or my last effort to pick things up again, and I know you answer this is not going to work either! The glasses that you’ve on your face are smarter than me, innocent than me, and clearer than me, you piece of dirt! As a matter of fact it’s irrespective of the fact that I won’t ask for another favor which you believe to be the only reason I do anything for the atrocities that you go through. And to every irreparable point, I will say no! Enough free I am to extinguish 🔥 when the room is full of nothing. A moron I am to expect while everything you have given to me is a gift. And I focus on you a little more, I surely say it’s the love I’m talking about which I vehemently admitted to and see, how the smog have stopped hurting my eyes anymore! A mere masterpiece of nature I’m you see, a dirt!
Such a beautiful you/Me!
So, whoosh the lantern on the chair, spreading fire as I bit my lips in surprise, as simply it’s the daylight and it’s consuming unnecessary fuel, as opposed to the darkness that you whooshed away like magic, once. You don’t see the lights that have begun to adore and your eyes are nothing more than another tunnel to feel breathlessness. You see, how easy it was to consume poison until now and in the tumbling stand of yours in today’s world, you sleep as if nothing happened and the next morning similar tune sings on your mouth. I’m sorry but I made you my uninvited guests for nothing tonight that you move back and forth and it shivers every nerve in me with the falling scene of life. I’m sorry but I made you the context of this story and I used you for my words that never were inspired by you. Those who inspire at least have a presence on a larger scale. And as I weep as I compose, you seem to be turning off the lights of yours that were once, yes once, indeed once, were heaps of hope perpetuating wiseness and gentleness and goodness and truthfulness and breathfulness and every beautifulness…
Such a beautiful you/Me!
