flying to the moon, watching the monsoons and spring on another universe, on another earth. venus or mars, they don’t know; just another land, on another universe. busy days stretching onto quiet nights, the whisperings of your heart playing with mine. too long ago, not too far away, there lived a king and a queen in a kingdom of dreams. they reigned over chirping birds and dancing fields, and kindness and love, and everything heavenly. it’s left to the moon, and then right to the North Star – once upon a time, we’ll see each other there. the candles will light the dusk and magic will appear; and there will be rainbows and sunshine parading on our streets, humming the sweet melodies of what is in you and me.
there’s a fallen flower lying on our path, the only path i know. in the field of daffodils, it’s raining cherry blossoms and the mist of unspoken words hug me so close. and i wonder if i’m dreaming or walking through a future i’ve been dreaming of: a whole life ahead of us, a long, long path and no secret map, except our grieving hearts. you can go there, and light our lamps, and sit under the chandelier of stars, and love the tiny heaven only we know of; the beginning of our everything, a somewhere only we know.
every mile away is another second gone by, another second close to our Afterlife. it’s never, ever too late. a couple of thousand miles is just a little space. they don’t know anything, all these people talking of the impossible. “forever,” that’s what we said. “forever,” that’s what we promised. seas and skies and the scent of flowers on rooftops of drizzling nights; the pink April moon begging us to listen to our hearts. we think it’s being foolish, we think it’s young. but in the passion of defeat, we can beat it all. there’s everything tried – the soul is still swinging on the same swing. they let go of everything – every thing – but themselves. day and night, the heart beat as one. night and day, they lived as one. time matters to none, the miles fade away. it can’t be held away, the truth; because a couple of thousand miles is just a little space.
i can’t hear you, i can’t feel you, O’ heart! are you still in here or have you flown away to a land not so far away? i’ve tried to keep you warm, but you refuse to stay. how is that fair, O’ heart? you’re sick, you’re alone – come home! they’ve told you to rest, told you to sleep. O’ heart! i can’t hear you, i can’t feel you! is this a song or a poem? or words rushing to rescue me? O’ heart! you’ve gone away. you’ve gone to never come back. and you’ve sent me another one. i will keep it safe. blue and white, all things bright. i have a new heart; it beats alright. it’s the one i was supposed to have, forever and always. i have a new heart. oh! it’s mine! i have a new heart; it beats alright. it’s the one i was supposed to have, forever and always.
heartstrings pulling at each other, dreams scattered everywhere – under the moonlight, around the stars, hugging the galaxies, hiding with the undiscovered sun. every poetry that touches the eyes and holds my heart, looks back at the empty side. walking across the room barefoot, sandy feet marking a future. the room echoes with all the names they had for them, and through the aching silence and the long, long nights, they wait for god to bless them.
where do i go? there’s no where to go. hills green in my dreams, the sun touching it’s light upon us, the wind running with me. i want to believe it’s a bad dream, i want to believe it’s just a dream. the moonlight calling out to the truth, a soft music in the background. what do we say? we’re somewhere – where’s the middle, where’s the end? but one day, happiness will sit on our windows and the darkness will die. run away with your dreams. because where do i go? there’s just nowhere to go.
the poetry i’ve always read the only language i understand. aching together, trying again. again and again and again. dark nights and hiccups and tears, the breaths coming in slow, coming with pain. grieving, hurting – the losses are too many. but where can one go? there’s doomsday ahead but we have already reached ours. what do we want, all of us? home. home. home. the only word that says it all. it’ll always pain, the doctor says. “that’s just how it is!” it’ll haunt you in you, inside your heart and soul – for how long will you run away from you? there’s no escape. twenty-six and counting, there’s no escape from you. and now we’re ready, the world is ready. i just want to see my small world one last time. just one last time. “Oh, God! How long till then?”
do you ever wonder what your favourite voice is made of? the different frequencies converging to make it one, to make it yours. the harmonics reverberating to comfort us, the fricatives and the plosives devoted to you. filtered through kindness and loyalty, waiting for you to fall asleep. the vowels and consonants finding the meaning of your name, the sound spectrum always functioning. do you ever wonder how many hertz called me by your name?