Love across four walls

Our love wasn’t trapped in a box. It wasn’t hidden in a package  waiting to be delivered to the right person. There is no right person. There was just us, two people an ocean away. People will never understand how we deliver our love to each other. Maybe cupid flies across oceans for us. This, unseen, unheard, but felt from an ocean away, tucks me to bed in cold nights and I know then that I can sleep in peace and wake up to your love . And though the tides may turn and the tides will flip, it never managed to drown what we had. Maybe you didn’t stay by my side, maybe you couldn’t, but we found love beyond the four walls of our bedroom.

This is letting you go

If you’re not happy

if I’m not enough

if we’ve outgrown our love

if you’re not my forever

if I’ve stolen too much of your sleep



and if it’s all of the above

I’ll not beg you to fight for us

oh if you could unbreak

because this is how

I still love you so dear

 just as in the very beginning

but so much more

so this is letting you go

A love outgrown

Memories of her in his wrinkles

No love can stop the clocks

Hidden under the vast moonlit sky

Something bolder than a star twinkles

 

They’ve a love that feasts in passion

Diametric to the congruent of desolate

She spelled home to him unswervingly

Not given in to any temptation

 

Cascading feelings beneath the clocks

The world does not know of

They had each other in their hands

Long walks and late night talks

 

On waving the white flag

white-flag

 

Come what may
to a love languishing for years in the dungeon
confined in a heart that hasn’t yet moved on
a love yearning to be set free
to taste the sweet days of liberty

In the Armageddon of love you had built a fortress
to guard what love you had left with the benefactress
holding on beyond your last line of defense
when your stronghold, your lover, in quintessence,
has long abandoned you in the battle

Oh come what may
to the lover
with a love languishing for years in the dungeon
for after you have freed that love, o’er
awaits the unbitter days of liberty in hone

yes true liberty awaits
after you wave the white flag
after you give up the war whilst not in hates
so come what may in a shining aromour or in rag,
because only after then can you find

one to fall into peace with and a soul to be bind