Thalassophile

I think you’re beautiful
even when the sun isn’t on your side,
and your waves don’t glisten with a hint of sunshine.
I’d revel in the pure color of you,
No matter the sand you carry,
Or the texture of your skin.
You are ultimately water within.
Though the sun comes to see you at dusk
and falls behind you,
taking refuge in the expanse of you,
You still gravitate toward me.
The evening sky may fade to darkness
But you sea, you’re a force to be reckoned with.
and I’m more than willing to get my feet wet.

Imperfect

Maybe true love for me isn’t going to be about romantic dinners and love letters.
Maybe true love for me will be drunken texts and random stories
awkward silences and show-piece gifts
Someone who can’t keep a conversation going
Someone who’s stupid and arrogant
Someone who writes "you’re" for ‘your’
and who pronounces the word ‘opportunity’ in 5 wrong ways.
Maybe I’ll hate to love him.
Maybe he’ll teach me how humans begin to accept all flaws
when they reconnect with someone they’ve known in a past life.
Maybe he'll teach me how there's nothing more perfect than an imperfect love. 

The Nightmare of Us

We were a fairytale doomed with an unhappy ending.
You were prince Harming and I was a queen with no crown.
We were more the enemy than the twosome that lives happily ever after.
We were the fairytale that looked wrong,
But felt right.
The book of us collected dust
for no one would admit
love was no fairytale.
Love looked like rusty, broken crowns,
dusty hearts, more frowns.
A fairytale set in a metropolitan town,
a love that couldn’t look up without falling down.
We were no fairytale indeed.
No fancy ballrooms, no royal steed,
no fairy Godmother to look after our needs.
No. We changed the game.
We showed the world that ‘fairytale’ was just a name.
We created stories of dungeons and dragons,
and princes with no fame.
Now little kids needn’t be fooled into thinking
love’s about waiting for a kiss
or hoping for the perfect man.
Love, now, is imperfect, and difficult
and often a nightmare.
But it does make better stories
than the ones we previously knew.
I hope someday, some little one,
is inspired by the nightmare of me and you. 

Dream maker, heart breaker.

He was white light
with blemishes across his face.
Glowed in the dark sky
but left no trace of himself for the morn.
He was beauty that showed up once every fifteen days
to unsettle me, to teach me that love is giving, love is light.
Love is flawed, but oh so right.
Love is constant but hides.
Love shows up in all different sizes,
phases and levels of glows.
Love always knows. 
Love learns from the light of another
And reflects more shine than ever.
Love has its moments of needing to stay away now and then
And I’ll probably never find out why
But love will always remain
somewhere, thinking of me in a calm night sky.

Love-ish

The moon has her phases.
One night she’s hardly there,
The next she’s more,
And more and more,
until one night she’s everything,
And she’s sharing,
She’s open and expressive,
And loud and unfiltered.
The moon has her phases,
And I can’t help but listen to her silent whisper on some nights,
And her loud moans on others.
And if I have to wait every fortnight
To witness her, new and whole,
Then so be it.
I long for a celestial soul.
And each night as she expands,
Reveals more and more,
I will absorb her light,
Be more a friend than foe.
And even though she orders the tides,
She is weak some days
and some days the strength of the night.
Her uncertainty keeps me on my toes.
Her white light, bringing calm to my woes.
I probably cannot have her, can’t ever make her mine,
So I’ll stand by watching, admiring her rule over the night.
Dear moon, dear love,
Though you're afar, I think I'll be just fine.

25th October- A Comeback

There comes a time where you just stop looking back at your past. At every mistake you made thinking it was the right choice, the right lead, the right moment, the right person. Wrong. It was all wrong and you hold it against yourself stronger than you ever would anything else.

But all of that one day comes to an end. You pause and realise that none of it is worth it. That excruciating pain in your neck from looking around at what’s long behind you, what belongs behind you, all wrong behind you. You find a cure in just looking straight ahead, far ahead and you think:  "fuck that".

That’s when the universe will rush into your world and hit you with something hard enough to let you fall right back into the day, into the current moment, the present.
And you’ll thank it. Even though your head feels sore, and you’re heart even more.
You’ll thank it even though painful was the fall, and safe landing- none at all.
You’ll thank it because you’ll know, this moment is screaming "go",
and then on, no more will you stand- one foot out the door.

Step out, step on, step ahead
There’s only a world of opportunities waiting beyond your depressing bed.
Get out of your head,
quit calculating every move and find your groove in things you enjoy.
Find a girl, find a boy, hell! Go find a toy.
Just never employ intoxicants to time travel you back to yesterday.

Yesterday is poisonous,
tomorrow is ecstasy,
to hell with what’s over and done,
design your own destiny.

Reminiscence

We floated out into the waves
and when we reached a place we knew we were safe,
we surrendered.
And I saw it, the moment time stood still,
I saw it the moment your heart filled,
in the waters I felt the weight of your soul
and all the love that never grew old,
and you stared up into a purple evening sky,
never once losing faith in the waters holding you up,
carrying you nigh.
Your gaze, fixed on a single star, your hand holding mine so I wouldn't go far,
in that moment I felt the currents, ghosts of touches against our skin.
Tonight was about worshiping the stars,
tonight was more about lying there, than a swim.
Lying there with not a fear for the world and it's whims,
Hymns of praise and melodic tunes have reached the skies and kissed the moon.
Yet, here we are hoping to be reunited soon,
with the friends we've made and the souls that fade.

We waded out to the shore
When the tides got stronger than the tears we wore.
Hearts sore, souls exhausted,
the moment was short, but enchanting while it lasted.

Another soul on the way home
Another life, on the sands of heaven, will roam.

With our feet in the sand and palms safe in each others hands
We said a prayer of thanksgiving
For the dead and the living.

Time doesn't stand still anymore.
Neither do our feet on that very same shore.
You alone could freeze time for us all,
You alone were a big difference in a world so small.
The waves don't hit us as often as your kind heart did,
The horizon doesn't glow as pretty as your smile.
Time will stay moving and hearts will keep loving,
But we'll swim towards that moment everyday of our while,
Hoping that the current will send your voice in a wave,
And for a moment, just a tiny moment we will be reminded of the joy you gave.
You left a mark, you touched souls.
Your memory, your love, your strength bold
We won't let it drown, we won't let it fade,
we won't let your story die, and mostly go untold.