The Figure and Her

Like a perfect morning Spring breeze,
Like a rare galactic celestial star,
Like an iron heart beating for a lost twin,
Mesmerising momentarily in greater depth,
At a figure, she paints from the unknown,
A mixture of shadows, a masterpiece, a landscape,
For her to soar, like a bird,
For her to cherish, like a treasure,
For what life brings her, like this figure,
And so, it starts to dance to her smiles,
Stargazing at her beating heart that twinkles afar,
And in turn, she snows nearby landing on its cheeks,
Hearing its whispers as she silences the world,
For seven hours straight, the figure is her all,
For many more at night, she is its delicate soul,
Without her, the figure is emotionless,
The son of a concerned mother,
The brother of a proud sister,
The aging father of a little girl,
To it, she becomes the definition of home,
A place to hold onto and to always return,
A shelter to its heart, a constellation to its mind,
An ongoing novella depicting the merging of souls,
Linguistically phenomenal as both start to realise,
A preface of dubbed barriers to never lose a translation,
A chapter of tones to reach complete perception,
And yet, a different chapter consumes all emotions,
Like a breeze that comes and goes,
Like a shooting star nowhere to be found,
Like a heart that switches to a highborn,
The plot thickens and the twist befalls,
A heavenly meeting was decreed for a resolution,
Three decades holding onto nomadic tents,
Leaving few years thinking to never come back,
And yet, this figure, out of nowhere comes back,
Part of the desert, earthly merged for eternity,
For what reasoning this soul comprehends
Is beyond the logical laws of a galactic universe,
The figure and her are just a story of a great return.

Let Me Change

Once I was told to never change,
But this change I’m loving it,
This change is longed for,
Unexpected,
To be shared with you,
And this change I paint my canvas with,
As a colourful landscape,
This tree can still swing its branches,
Dance to melodic natural tunes,
And smile to the scales of destiny,
And I am still free, except, this time,
I’m in my own happiness,
My own roots I’m hugging,
And now I can extend my canopy
Towards the heavens and pray for a brighter future.

Lavender

Yes, lavender – that was the word,
The search has ended and hope has
Been reached for everyone who
Fancies purple and all its vibrant
Distinct shades – I adore lilac for
No particular reason except organs
Evolved to hunt it down if it ever
Appeared amongst a painted
Landscape – an obsession where
Fashion has stolen lilac for its own
Antiquity to wrap around my soul,
And today, I sit in a warm tea shop,
Vibrant music distinctively amusing
The soul to ask the girl for some
Tea that nakedly bares lavender.