Wherever my heart is..

Trying to translate everything inside me into language

[waitingforthebluesky]

One of those nights,

when the music is just right

and you could live forever,

in that one line.

– discovery of a song!

[waitingforthebluesky]

Clouds

they tell–

are beholders

of drenched

cities intoxicated

by loves never

tasted

of the

dances

never danced

they say–

of storms that were

wasted.

–waitingforthebluesky

[waitingforthebluesky]

Eyes

once aglow

with your dawn–

now bereft

Heart the space–

an emptiness

Since you left.

–for you Buzo

[waitingforthebluesky]

Stolen piece of time,

lovely keepsake

You,

a sanctuary,

my umbrella.

A soft reminder

of home

You,

are gently

tucked away,

in my nostalgia.

–waitingforthebluesky

[waitingforthebluesky]

Be light now

like childhood,

light as cotton dreams

and sweet illusions,

be light now

as hued feathers

of unknown birds,

as light as wonder

and scent of herbs,

be light now

as are the pages

of an age-old book,

as light as

the whispers of nostalgia

in old streets and nooks,

be light now

but never be as hollow

be light now,

a tender reminiscence

will follow.

–waitingforthebluesky

[waitingforthebluesky]

Standing on frail, slipping sand,

lured by waves drowning forever in the sea,

I longed, if I could only for a moment,

to become one with it's immensity.

–waitingforthebluesky

[waitingforthebluesky]

My heart truely breaths

in grey watercoloured sky,

in the deep silence of

December nights,

when winter air lingers

in the warm walls of lungs,

chilled skin

chilly winds

soul still warm

and fire burnt

enchanting bleakness

dark and still,

in stillness

my heart is spilled.

–waitingforthebluesky

[waitingforthebluesky]

We are irrevocably tangled

in our heartstrings,

trapped forever in

our own heartbeats.

–waitingforthebluesky

[waitingforthebluesky]

In tide of words, mine you will see, those on tip of tongue, will never be.

–waitingforthebluesky

[waitingforthebluesky]

Loose pieces of me fall when I shake my head, so I wrap them up on pen and write again I shake my head till I am empty, I collect them on a paper then blow a breath, to set them free now I am scattered in the air as free as I can be, I travel through ink into Timeless reality so I sit on my desk with ink stained hand, words escape through me and I, through them.

[waitingforthebluesky]

A longing returns with approaching storm, like gathering clouds in my wishful bones, like towards a daydream I am drawn, amidst the thunderous rain I must belong, a longing returns with approaching storm, like there remains with me an unfinished song, instead of quenching it ignites my soul, and however long it may last, I shall dance once more.

waitingforthebluesky

[waitingforthebluesky]

why time flows in one direction like an arrow, straight without bending ever, not meandering like a river, can we pick the pebbles of time like on a beach? keep those which we like in our pockets.

[waitingforthebluesky]

when the moon is never lonely at night, and the dawn is yet out of sight, where not a star is made up of sigh, we will meet underneath that sky.

somewhere

[waitingforthebluesky]

wishing for the night to envelope me and seep inside from all the cracks that sunshine left in me wishing for the stars to flow from my eyes instead of salt water like the sea.

waitingforthebluesky

[waitingforthebluesky]

one day you won't recognise a face, but the human race will continue, not much time has passed for you you will try to find familiar faces, but too late they are all gone, you live forever while they just can't​ endure long.

waitingforthebluesky

[waitingforthebluesky]

and I will be a dream that you will forget as soon as you wake up I will be a déjà vu, a place between remembering and forgetting, I will be your false memory forever stirring, a shadow of a feeling never existing but you will remember me in your melancholy, in a longing that can't be explained, as that beautiful part of your soul that can never be reclaimed.

waitingforthebluesky

[waitingforthebluesky]

Worlds beyond

Beyond the stars Hidden somewhere hundreds of worlds, patiently waiting there Magic, whispers, stories we hear are the part of the worlds that are out there and we are living hopelessly​ rulling out the possiblity of magic living our life just like we always have without thinking, it is tragic that we have read about them, and in our dreams they have been, they are all the worlds that we can never live in.