A Thousand Years

So you lost someone you loved. 

To time, to crime, to science,  to space.

You should know that this was not the first time you loved them.

You have loved them multiple times before.

This was not the first time you both stumbled through circumstances to meet each other again.

And you both felt it faster, each time through.

And all it took was two sets of two pairs of eyes

meeting through the layers of lost lifetimes and stolen glances

and hands held among expressions of love.

and the unrelenting tide of waiting,

to set your world on fire once again, brighter than before.

So you lost someone you loved in this lifetime.

In some other lifetime, it ends differently. 

In some other lifetime, it does not end.

*Hugs*

Not here to stay

The crimson flower offered its shoulder

while you, the butterfly pass by

You knew you're not here to stay

Yet its color catches your eye.

 The thorn warned the flower,'Psst,'Do not attach,

For a butterfly cannot mend its ways

A momentary presence is all you will get

before the butterfly takes flight away.

The flower blushes on, in denial,

With its every petal, and ignorant chaste

The butterfly, enraptured and tantalized

feeds on the flowers sweet taste

It hovers around longer than usual

making the flower convinced indeed

For what the butterfly itself lacked,

the flower knew: It fills complete

And thus the flower bloomed,

but for whom?

You are not here to stay.

'For that #!%$ transient butterfly!!',

the thorn fumed

But why?

You are not here to stay

Then soon of course, comes a time

When true to its nature 

the butterfly ups and leaves

in search of other flowers;

to hover,

to attach,

to feed.

And yet
The flower bloomed,

but for whom?

You were not here to stay,

Regardless of a predicament that is doomed

Even when you are not here to stay.

Cant keep you in

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet. -- William Shakespeare

Written for a dear friend

I breathe you in

a whiff of life

Feel you diffuse

and fill my mind

Induced rush of blood

Renewed surge through my head

Your whiff soaks through my heart

As life imparted  to the dead

Head thrown back

I gently close my eyes

Let it work its magic

As you save my life

Locking and unblocking

Throughout length and breadth

Teasing and releasing

Spanning width and depth

Sinking deeper in,

It’s hypnotism grows

Exhilarating every cell of my being

 I seek you more

Alas, deceptive air,

Your ringing elation

Metamophoses to throbbing

Pricking, a  stinging sensation

Second by second,

In pieces and bits,

It corrodes and devours

Your toxicity hits

Sudden panicked heartbeat

It begins  to clog the mind

Constricted breathing

Its viscosity slowly blinds

air to mist,

Mist to smoke

Smoke to poison

Poison to choke

What filled and thrilled

Suddenly burned and blocked

Sucking life and blood

and osmotic shock

Once exhilarated smile vanishes

As life slowly drains

Once a face of serenity

Now contorted in pain

Hands; struggling and spilling

Eyes blurry: under the shadow of death

Self preservation kicks in

I cease to  hold my breath

Tears running down my cheeks,

Body struggling about,

Gasping for a breather

I choke you out