Geography

We used to be a scandal,
until geography intervened.
Now we’re a riot of silence.

Tease.

Will you come back?
For the crimson sunset sky,
awaits your fingers in mine.
And If you don’t,
I’ll come in search of you.
I’ll be the breeze,
That won’t wait too long,
I’ll be the gentler version,
Of your tease.

Graveyard

My mind is a graveyard of words,
Waiting for reincarnation.
While yours is an ancient temple, where  my words, enter and leave, like fleeting devotees.

Certainity of not having you

I wonder how I remember all those memories, each detail of those carefully stitched scripts in my brain. Then I realize there were too few to forget, it would take a lot of effort to forget someone who has given too few memories in number to remember.
   Like any teenage girls dream to make it last with their first love, you were the dots to the lines I was trying to join with other people. but of course , the lines they didn’t join to be you . Well lucky you , I said quietly that night , when I found out you love everything about me , and you were happy to find it , in another person who doesn’t happen to be me .
    But when I woke up , I was happy to realize no one can be me . Not the same amount of cute , whiny , twisted , and smart. But most of I realized she can’t be me and I can’t be like her   because she has you and I Dont. Having you at different times doesn’t make us similar.
   I am going to wake up tommorrow , not wishing to be as lucky as her , but to be in a different time where there was hope , there we doubt of having you, and not this certainty of not having you at all.
 

Sharing the infinite.

It’s been a while, since I’ve felt we share nothing anymore.No feeling’s of like or dislike, and even empty space has the power to separate us not only physically but emotionally. The weather out is my cue to understand some thing’s in life are seasonal. But there are people who walk around with immortal feelings. The beautiful places I have recently visited serve as a reminder of my emotional independence. Standing on mountain cliffs, and rafting in rough waters make me feel comfortable to witness such beauty alone. An atlas can replace your hands in mine. We used to have so much to share. But there was a limit to the amount of feelings and experiences  we could share. Today all we share is the same sky. And as irrelevant as it sounds, we share something infinite. an infinite ceiling of thunder,lightening and  clear skies. We see all of these three things at different times and months. But the source of it is the same. That is so convincing, we are coming from the same place, from the same events and a same time at which we started , we just go through the same things at different times, and head at same locations at different times, and plan the same future in different ways. Maybe we could stop and plan for it to happen at one time. But even the infinite sky can’t plan for it’s sheltered people to see its different shades at one time. Who are we then to plan and synchronize time and place? Small creatures living under a sky of imitation stars. Even the sun and the moon greet us differently. who are we to expect the people we  both know to treat us the same? We often overestimate ourselves and our emotions to control other people, when we can barely control our own. Yet humbled and gifted with a common infinite white blanket, to remind us, we are not too handicapped from transcending these borders and getting back to a common source, a common place and a common time