KosmicKritika

Gone are lies I was seeking home in, gone are seasons of young heart ever ardent to fall in love with every unfolding day. Only shadows follow— the places now humming with our memories juxtaposing with songs, their symphony somehow exactly similar to the ones we were passionate for. I would know for they are still my keepsake. I have come along, came far along, but at what value was it worth losing my ability to find joy in things effortlessly? My breaths weren't heavy with sighs, there was thrill in my lungs to breathe deeper, to laugh louder, to speak as earnestly I felt. It isn't the worst thing to face storms, but it is to become one that can't even shed downpours of its burdens. #happiness #poetry

Shall the dark cast upon that fair fairy's heart— her soul will rise anew as numinous nyx, entrusting her heart's fragments to the night to guide those lost of their light. #night #poetry

My thoughts aren't ripe these days, I claim it as if poetry would grow through any wild corner of me. They don't grow at all and I blame the changing waves of air and aging leaves, mostly holding my attention when I am to write. I ache to note something but my words seem too watered down, so dilute of what I feel while admiring their beauty, feel them stir my emotions. I am held here between seasons, with thoughts out of season, its poem, a rotting fruit in my heart, with no words to suit their ardour. #silence #poetry

Darling, seek my heart as you'd a piece of your own; with breaths obsessed with my scent, like a name reminiscent from past life, through barbed wires, flayed edges and spots still healing, through doubts, grief and empty cracks, learn like map where the ocean of my tears originate. Seek my heart as dearly your own, remind it the rhythm I unlearned along the age. #love #poetry

Lean on me further, darling, till the shadow of your heart eclipses mine, let our silhouettes be frozen just for this moment. #sensual #poetry

Amidst the shade of night's grief I am the lone star; hanging as pendant between nothingness, far from moon's silver spell my light steals the grace of even in its absence, wearing its charm as my only sanctuary. #night #poetry

How can you ever choose hands famished for your skin, when your heart is still touch starved as it's ever been? #love #poetry

And love that expands like sunshine ripening by the afternoon, holding your shadow in its warmth as it bleeds along the hours so still; lost upon time's array. Lost of its existence indifferent of the mark it leaves. That love still seeks you, even in your pieces, beheld by the sunset soaking in your skin. Held ever gently yet ever reassuringly. #love #poetry

So let's see how far can you pull your strings, I hope you realise in time that they're all tied around your throat waiting for you to tug hard enough on them, to sever it all for good. #dark #poetry

Perils of fate rose amongst our hearts, open wounds brimming peach nectar misted within our souls, as tales of summer scattered on moon's shadow, evanescent of our vows before dawn. #dreams #poetry

"It is almost as if my soul is in symmetry with stars." #dreams #poetry

Then tell me about your ghosts; do they dwell on your kitchen's shelf or perhaps it is done so just by mine. Tell me when they come on nights only— or do they haunt your day dreams too, with whispers as vile as claiming none of it will ever come true. Tell me of their appearance and I'll tell you that of mine, so they can dance together dressed with certainty we grant them till their existence becomes mortal, who are destined for demise. #dark #poetry

Allow these stars to conspire your dreams; be earnestly mindful of them, for you won't find blessing as divine as the celestials in the flesh of a mortal's heart. Listen keenly, to where they guide you. #dreams #poetry

Darling, could you tell me with honesty, I'm not where you reside, like a breath blended with curse;a sigh? For I'm everywhere you turn towards, just not in name but as 'what if there had been something more' to what little there had been. #love #poetry

And no more is my soul willful to hopes not after finding their pattern of tempting my heart to the edge and push it off to the depths it won't rise from any time soon. Yet, even still, my heart's a fool blind as it's always been, seduced by temptation of possibilities, it lives for the taste their highs bring, even if it meant plunging to depths it won't find itself back from, forever ridden of its own essence. #hope #poetry

"When at the end shall I blend into the cosmos, let my spirit whisper it your name once more— as the last of my memory fades, just to keep my confession alive through the eternity of stardusts, as a stellar secret bound to my soul and only meant to be found by it in every lifetime." #love #poetry

I am tired of my hopes and how void they feel when memories of my heart being let down, follow in toe of them. I am too tired so much so my soul has been resigned and disconnected, that it's begun to feel the weight of my body now that I have to drag it through the day. I don't know love, I never have and that makes me desperate to feel it, so I make notes on love I have only witnessed but never experienced. Some wishful diary entries. At this point, I feel incapable of being in love, I'm unknown to its intensity and warmth, I only feel hatred and distress far stronger than affection and peace. So, what makes me worthy of hell? Have my sins compensated at last, and surpassed the miseries I endured? And if so, what better can these depths of inferno offer my skin for the number of times it burnt in vain for being something worth cherishing? #grief #poetry

The spangled stars weep tonight, their charm forsaken as bearer of dreams from whispers lost of their voice, flawed, their shine bleeds into the night, their beauty enchanting still, doesn't last long enough till their wishful destiny arrives. As any prophesied lover who dreams of love, dies holding it dear to their life. #dreams #poetry

Glimmers of eternity churning along mosaic of dreams; fossiled as dust of stars, winding in galaxy as ruinous fate to fall across the sight of lovers anticipating tragedy. #dreams #poetry

I behold you as reason for every answer I could never deduce, my language too flawed for a poet simply felt the warmth of your skin that burned an inferno 'neath its depth, never feeling the suffocation or the fever it brought you each night even my cold arms won't subdue. I believed I read you, all this time, yet, despite our closeness you only slipped past my script, beyond the words I ever used to describe. I never knew you traded with storms for every soft breath to ease your soul, I only thought of the songs that grace your energy, never knowing how you learned to find every note of, handpicked from instances of misery I was never a part of, my verses would never find rhymes to suit their music. #love #poetry