Sunday, 15 February 2015

PLEDGE TO MY STARS

PLEDGE TO MY STARS
I will find you
You will find me
Through the written pages that define these paths
I never got to crush the walls in which my sacred books are buried
I was to....with that single key that opens the walls apart without sign of a key hole
I repeat this mantra 'when the morning breaks us.....never forget my name'
Burdens of the embraced spirits...And a prayer to meet merciful ghosts too will ring out prayer bells full of sacrifice.

These are the corridors of our souls
Calling to the hidden chambers that can only be open by the word 'pen'
Let me see the light behind our eyes...
Teach me the rhythm of your blood
Secrets that the bodies separated from souls we crave to discover.

I have evolved in nights of sorrow
Mended by the tiny speck of a hidden feeling,
On those tiny paths the wind made for us
Where leaves dance upon the entrance of our feet
Pictures frame our desires
In names conjured from the remotest zones of our hearts
Ah, the weight of ghosts ransack our minds
But the pen, holds us in this dancefloor
A fountain of ink that grew in timid smiles,
A nib of reciprocation
And I've wanted to write our feeling in these
Forgotten memoirs of scrolls that hold our breath.
We wind up in flowers picked from cold gardens
Thriving against storms in the rhyme of our eyes
My dear, I want to go beyond the aspect of life
I am tangled ... Only immensly and deeply antagonized by the absence of you.
Hold my hand... For
Everything is different... How easily it is to cry but hard to laugh..
But I am held in want of thy smile..
A smile that emerges when the pen dances.
We shall break the tides to quench our thirst..
Only then shall we mingle in our eyes.

We find ourselves in the blush of the sea
When we scoop the lost letters
The ones that formed the moon's brilliance
Written on walls that resembled satin pages
We brushed to reveal the child of the moon
I relish at mantras we made in hymns
Only sang in the choir of our souls.
Help me find the silence in the raving waters of uncertainity
Help me write the love that blooms inside us
Help me finish this ache that has me sighing
Help me love you endlessly and in all passion untamed
Help me hold this pen and let it write of us
Help me serenade the moon
If only these will shine our lives
If only to remind us that challenges will ferment our lives
Help me shout atop hills that it's us against the world
If that is the only way...we shall follow..
Let us learn to find the voices of our souls..
We couldn't stay from each other
And that is how love acquires its language.

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