I am back here again.
With a mellow chilled track.
“Imma take it slow” he sings to me
I trek this road for some form of fitness
I don’t know what it is that drives me to make this mile
Probably the thought of you touching my body and the hesitation I would feel as I cover up.
This time I want that feeling to disappear.
To be replaced by a yearning to touch me all over. I want this to be our song as we glide.                                                                                                                   Nothing dirty, just savoring the simple things.

The road ahead of me and its natural support could put me to sleep.
Though instead I imagine walking beside with you down this country road.
How is it in the city?
How is the sound of the cars, traffic and the train skating on the rail?
Are you at peace?
Or have you got those Beats covering your ears.
SHIT was that a gun shot?
Screw it I’m going back home!

I miss my baby.

I miss his hugs and warmth.

I miss his smile.  

And the way he makes me smile and pours butterflies in my stomach. 

Fudge, I miss you.

I know things have taken an abrupt turn,

and you are trying to find your way out.

Don’t forget that I am here.

I will hold you in my prayers,

in hope for a better tomorrow.

You will get through this,

and soon I will be able to feel the rays of light that beam from your face.

And laugh at your outbursts when you are annoyed.

Don’t forget, that there is always a rainbow after the storm.

Dear Mama
I thankyou for loving me ever so deeply.
The sacrifices you make each and every time to make me happy. The long drives and long shifts that you labour so that I can have a future.
Mama I just wana say thank you again,
I don’t thank you enough.
I thank you for going two extra miles for me,for that mile alone wasn’t enough.
When you are mad at me, I can’t help but show hate to you, even though deep down I know you are right, and that childish behaviour is me tryna fight it.
When u are sad it does nothing less than strentch my heart and makes me wana cry for you, you held it in for to long mama.

When you are happy roses blossom and your aura beams with light. You became a kid yet again and we both hAve something to relate to, for we both are kids mama.

Mama, I love you. I just want you to know again that its true.

You seem to enjoy taunting me.

Why do you have to put me through this?

Now you know we cant be,

and yet your existence seems to compliment the presentation of your face 

at every opportunity that I step out into a new day.

You where brutally honest

I want to be more than friends

I don’t want to just chill

Something within me responded in agreement as

an amalgam of vehement desire plummeted from the pits of my darkening innocence.

Like a drop of blood in the snow.

In twisting the truth,

I deeply apologize,

I was stupid

naive

ignorant.

I mournfully regreted it.

The hands of time are not in my control though

if they were,

these thoughts

that seem to

run

on

and 

on 

would 

have reached you.

These lips would have embraced you

these hands

would have 

made their way

to caress

the 

curve of your

body.

and this entity

would have been 

all for you

on a

silver 

platter.

not out of love, but lust alone.

because we both want

not 

need.

Baby what happened?
You were the one that caused me to stutter from the moment I placed my eyes on you.

Your were ideal, though somehow you allowed the twisted slithering tounge to consume you whole.

You gave into lust, reducing all that you built up to nothing less than the looks.

I hate to see you do this to yourself.

Excuse, upon excuse you make.

Baby deal with it.

Grow up and be a man, little baby throwing a tauntrum.

 It pains me inside to see you like this.

Fight it head strong.

Don’t escape, please.

I love this place.
I want my seeds to spread their toes and feel this fresh green grass
Just as I.

It’s beautiful today.
Sky is doing a good job in making me fall for this place all over again 

with his light touch , golden rays from the smooth ceiling supported by

                                cirrus

and

  stratus

clouds.

Baby blue with shades of pearl,

a sweet scene for me to savour yet again,

making it feel like this is where I truly belong, and if I dared to venture above and touch his clouds I would have made a magnificent loss that I would have to fight within when I feel a new earth. 

Though my dear Sky surely you truly know, that I will always love you and I will be with you, where ever I go.

Sky:Hai! Though the earth you step in will have different in soil and texture. And you clearly know that this feeling that I give to you. You cannot feel it again but only reminisce. Will you be satisfied?

I’m resolved
Things have just fallen in place
I have grown and matured
I feel like I am the person that I trully want to be
I’m so proud of myself
I found me

And so a year hath past.

The sun, the tree and the grass weaver with the wind.

They too have grown

just like I.

The ice cold cover sheet of snow and ice has melted,

leaving behind a lush lime green lustre,

a sparkle reflecting the sun’s sweet golden touch.

The only thing that has remained constant is the length of this road home,

this journey that I am fervently fickle about.

Though today, looking through this metal frame and glass pane

Nature is truly at its finest.

Displaying her beautiful palette filled with shades of green and brown with the curves and lengths which I wish I too could embody.

The extent of this beauty overwhelms me I can’t take it all in I feel like I could suffocate.

*

Just as the time that tells no lies has enhanced her natural beauty,

are you wondering how I have aged or rather changed?

Well,

I have been through the rollercoaster of living as a student.

The overload of freedom has had me in tears engulfed me in happiness consumed me in sadness distressed me with pressure and has tempted me with many hidden desires that are making me blush as I pen this.

After a year-ish I am back on the road to the place where I started.

I am going back to resolve myself and grow into the person that I truly want to be.

Pull my hand and hold me in close.

Step back and fro,

take the lead.

Let us glide blissfully in these showers of relief that sky has blessed us with.

help me forget the world and just focus on you and I.

For that is all that matters right now, as I stay in you azure eyes

and let tranquillity take over me.

Let us watch the world take cover from this sheet of iridescent beads.

May we feel that contempt feeling of ‘daring to be different’?

And take pride in what everyone runs away from.

Let it be the time that you and I are inseparable. 

I love poetry, but poetry don’t love me anymore.

I suppose that’s what I deserve

after giving it the cold shoulder.

gradually it turned to other poets

inspiring them more

sharpening their skills

enabling them to break into new grounds.

I’m in the middle of no where

I am left with the last traces of its presence

which in vain I am trying to adhere

into something more

appealing

so that I can convey

these empty emotions to you.

This is futile.

All I can do now is regress,

for I feel that everything has been said and done

dead and buried.

As for my hearts inaudible voice,

I will find another way in which I can express.

P.S: Poetry, I miss you. 

Gone are the days 

where I used to sing till my lungs perambulated,

just to dedicate that love song to you. 

Away flew those clouds that entailed Sky’s azure expression.

The sun’s blaze sank away into the horizon along with the heat waves in which we created memories, which are now frozen in a flash put on a wall.

The yellow line and lime green tree have vanished, 

along with Sky’s existence.

the last of myself expression on paper has been used up,

along with the last few drops of teenage-hood

the time in which I was blossoming into this…

Though one thing has remained,

the meaning of this sweet melody.

the memories that never fade, and your existence,

each and every one of you.

the last traces of you remain with me.

Words, upon words

cannot describe,

the longing of how I want you to be with me.

*

Just before this august autumn portrait.

alone, here I stand.

As real as it feels,

I am lone.

I cannot leap into this fantasy.

Without you, it is futile.

*

I want to trace your heart trembling in titillation right before this subtle sincere scene.

our hearts to resonance in and out of this reality and fantasy,

the one that I painted

for you

and I.

simply , with you I want to share, this autumn scene.

Why am I falling?

How did I lose that authority that held me upright,

that gravity that I sustained for so long.

Somehow I can feel myself falling,

Falling,

and with each moment I feel lighter.

light parks surround my heart and I feel all gooey inside.

I thought I learnt from last time.

I seem to have gone way past the roads of deja vu. The path I subconsciously picked had you holding my heart.

My past is holding me back and telling me to patrol my cordial emotions and yet they have raptured for you.

I hope you can

trace

these

emotions

that

have

set

of

like

sparks.