1. smashing those keys of harmonium in rhythm and your nails always painted differently
humid morning,
sweaty bodies 6inches away each other,
sweat smell mixed with gummy sap of oleanders,
mismash of vibrato,
yet i still manage to steal a glance of your concentrated eyes and a crease between your brows, i swear it suits with your small glasses like a top-notch-perfect-celebrity knows how to pull their strings of attraction. and the next thing I found myself copying you like a stupid kid i was. will i ever manage to look flawless too in someone eyes (maybe yours) like you are in mine?
we are two different pendulums, swinging on two different oscillation. our frequencies never matches.
our frequencies somewhat like in a discrete series not too far, not too unpredictable. unfortunately the absence of homogeneity, a whole gap, an irregularty.
2.blues in air,
reds on ground,
love (written) with yellows on grass,
purple over their cheeks.
colors brutality and enthusiasm visibility dancing on their lips, on their hips, holding onto their tight grips.
80s songs,
Kaleidoscopic tunes causing elastic bodies vibrating non-chalantaly yet fiercely.
every move communicating to other soul, then there is stereo vibration between us and the next moment you were running to approach me in attempt to smear me like all those colorful animals were humming under your beat.
a smile so frail, words so soft "how you've not gotten any point of colors? i shouldn't let you go clean. i will put my colors on you. its a festival of colors don't be shy on this day"
you should have seen your face in my eyes. was i not a clear mirror to reflect you or was i just transparent ?
oh! darling i wish and i wonder if only you knew about my sins.
3.i will store your rough diaries,
i will store your paintings,
i will store your remnants,
i will create your mementos.
this way no one could ever pull you away from my memories.
it will always remind me of your flat accent, your big-doe-eyes, your thin lips, your round chin, your thick smooth hairs, your almond skin, your commisure smile and I shall reminisce all those somethings that were never between us.
and maybe when time will arrive, i will say my bon voyage too.
you touch my cheeks:
electric shocks,
drum beats,
static palms,
so what could I do when God gave me
only one chance?
should I suppose to trip or make a grip? for when
he gives and he takes and I fear upon your lips on mine, your hands on mine, your body on mine
your breath arousing mine and the expiry of your existence into mine.
I had seen people:
loving and leaving,
growing and falling,
laughing & weeping.
I had seen parasites killing their hosts too rarely
and we are rare.
4.all this is. what? what it is?
its havoc,
natural disaster,
wildfire the blaze is still active from inferno.
its like arctic melting three times faster than ever.
i am tired describing you in metaphors.
i am tired relating you to flowers.
i am tired in between similes.
i am tired thinking you in analytics in biostatistics.
i am tired of our relationship.
i am tired of me and you and us.
believe me i am only tired not giving up even if it will cost loosing something so–
to hell with my reality,
and to hell with my sanity- insanity is the fruit of adam and eve's tounge buds.