Apologies ...

Hold closely and tightly those fingers to my lips
And let unsaid apologies for words not murmured
Rain down your wrist.
Drop by drop, let them crash like crowns.
These lips have parched from the heat of all things
That this tongue never could say 
And words, like empty treasure chests, remain,
Remain hidden deep in this soul. 
This body had always awaited for your gypsy being
To come help me find me.

Ranting ...

Let's throw our bodies back
and inflame it
and be at peace. 

Ranting ...

The way this one umbrella houses
Every speck of completion
In the way we are wrapped up
As one body.

Random Poem 20 ...

People were many
Us, but one, 
Lips were there
But kisses none.
Empty were we
Till us we found,
Faded away the world
Without a sound.
Woven together like threads
Stood there we,
And all we could stammer
Were words three.

Ranting ...

The way you twist and turn 
And fit so much of you within my fingers
And all that is left out
Makes me miss you so much.

Lighthouse ...

Reach out with you hands and stretch those long creased fingers as far as they can go. It does not matter if they fade and burn out in the horizon. You've been standing here with patient feet and the struggle through every turmoil is carved like magic on you.
Time has been witness to the youth you've carried so valiantly within you all this while, the way it had always outshone every silver lining that cracked through the clouds. The soil you stand on house all your secrets that you have treasured, carrying the weight of all words that ever missed to trickle from your lips.
I sail to you from this sea of long forgotten belongings.  This sea of messed up patterns spread uniformly across everything. Amidst all these fumbles and fogged nothing, stand proud. Stand tall like the lighthouse you've always been and I will sail my way safely to you.

Ranting ...

You feel like all of purity
The way your radiance
Feels purer than purity itself.