Invisible threads

It ties me and him
An invisible thread of love
Bonding our hearts
This one thread is enough
To hold us onto each other
Whether near or far
We do not need to be each other’s
Moon or stars
He is he
I I
And we are tied by a thread
A thread that’s fragile
But strong enough to hold our love
And yet let us fly to the skies
Without ever getting broken

The fault in our stars

For a moment, your hands were locked with mine
Our eyes were stuck with a starry gaze
We were infinite in that moment
Hearts set on fire, ablaze
The next thing I remember
You were no longer mine
I was once again a broken fragment
With pieces of you, that echoed in rhymes
The only way to keep you intact was through words
Even when you were far
There were something’s I could fix
But not the fault in our stars.

Dear heart, cry, but never break

Once upon a time,
I was gifted a box full of darkness
by someone, I loved the most,
and the gift stayed with me
in the form of memories;
a memory ghost.

It haunted me for a long time
until my love sublimed,
love I thought it was
so wasn’t it meant to last?

Too late it was when I learned,
that love can’t save you from dying,
but yes, it should mend you,
and at worst, only leave you crying,
without letting your heart break.

Balance

To love with all your heart
Is to create a space to let the other live
But how much is too much
And how little is too little
And when must you forgive?

Should you hold tight
The string that attaches you
Or should you let it loose
If it comes to balancing
What should you choose?

From what I’ve known of love
I think You do it with all your heart
And while you keep yourself intact
You must not let them part
And the only way to love is
To not break them in loving
Also in the process of saving them
You must keep yourself from breaking.

The logic of love

reasons

Logic, logic I tried to find,
to explain the equation,
Prove LHS = RHS,
it said in the question.
Little did they realize,
some logic must not be proved,
in the matters of heart,
we tend to confuse
when we try to find explanations sound,
because only when logic is eliminated,
and emotion still resides,
that is when love is found.

They don’t understand love at all!

Rise, they say, rise in love,
That you mustn’t fall,
But I beg to differ
I don’t think they understand at all,
If you were meant to rise,
Staying alone would suffice.
To love will always mean to fall,
You will need to bend
And that’s how it will stand tall,
While you must not part with who you are,
You’ll have to walk some miles in their shoes,
Stay with them, whether near or far.

So when they say, rise,
rise in love,
Don’t fall,
I think they don’t understand,
They don’t understand love at all.

Love must not sublime

And though we all hold
Fragments of our past,
Hurt stays,
It even lasts.
We make beginnings with
Trace of our endings,
Careful and more cautious
This time,
But in the process,
The love sublimes.
And we are left with nothing
But impressions of the lost moments,
Which we fear
To even experience again,
But then someone comes along,
Reaching us,
So we are no longer the same.
And we fall, more intensely,
More hopeful this time
And we try to make sure
In our fear of not falling apart,
At least the love doesn’t sublime.