The Music of Our Tongue

I
Let me know about the Northern Star
For she has this glamorous smile, and
Her dance is just another constellation,
Another dimension, another Universe,
You know what! She is our Universe.

II
How could you tell me that you aren’t
What we perceive or define as beauty,
How could you utter such words from
The gorgeous lips glamorously shining
And beating the drums out of my mind
And the heart that always loves you.

III
The beauty contest has given the first
Ribbon to you – the glitters of a starry
Unicorn, and although you might not
Sing, I still listen to your infinite song
Sung for my humble beating heart,
I adore your cuteness, and thus, do
Not change, oh lovely unicorn, keep
Being yourself and never change.

Lost My Book

I have burnt all of your books,
The books of celestial creatures,
I have no time to befriend
Angels or demonic beings,
Tell me not how to believe,
And, definitely, show me not
What correct path I should follow,
And dare not hand me
Books of festivities for I have
No faith in humanity, no faith
In writers, no faith in readers,
No faith in myself. My book is
Gone, and with it, I am gone, too.

The First

If I articulated whispers of our constellation,
You would overhear hatred amongst peace,
Banners falsely labelled to accuse your soul,
I, for one, have rejected all notions of decay,
I did touch your delicate being – a human,
You might be their first discarded wreckage,
Still, in disbelief, I believe in your innocence,
In our preserved Universe’s constellation,
Apparently, you are a human amongst aliens,
And if that is so, then I, for now until forever,
Shall be crowned as the second human,
Do stand tall against all dark matters,
And never sway, my first, never change.

A Nearing Day

One day that is nearer than
Yesterday – similar to today,
I fascinate my eyes in winter,
Surround the house with birds,
Light few candles and wish
For a moment of a meeting,
A song to be sung by nature,
The naturally organised chaos,
With many may I’s and you may’s,
And my, I’d surely find you
The most gorgeous creature
Alive. Flawless. Holy. In love.

She Never Knew

Envelope the warmth
Around your coldness,
Design a sculpture out of the hug
That wraps over your curves,
Now kiss the skin into rapture
To allow your soul to ascend,
And capture the very eyes
That taps the music into yours,
And when the mind asks
The definition of yours,
It can only describe your
Dazzling beauty beyond compare,
And this is only what I write,
I write not what I do,
For do does not follow feel,
And so, do does evaporate
When the feel condenses
Over the heart’s written
Symbols that I just write;
And yet, she never knew.

Into the Cave

Let me march alone into this cave,
Hold not, see not, remember not,
Time has ticked anticlockwise,
Reversed into my own abyss,
To me, this world is unnatural,
No longer fit for celestial creatures,
And so, let me into that door;
That darkness! – it will now
Hold me, see me, remember me,
This cave is a mirror – mine – within,
For I have dismissed the reproaching
Universe and all its constellations,
This thing I now call the new birth,
Your thing I now call the old ritual,
So hold not, see not, remember not,
And let me march alone into this cave.