Fate bites again

When fate bites,
It drains every ounce of life,
Making you wish you could just close your eyes,
And walk through revolving doors,
To take you back,
Only to open a door you never sought before,
And fate bites...again,
But this time the blood is sweeter...

The world is a strange place,
Or rather the Creator weaves circumstances,
In a way that all good things end,
But with an end follows a beginning,
Slightly not what you expect,
But everything you desire in time...

Sometimes you feel so weak,
That it even hurts to breathe,
Then you rise when it hits you,
A power stronger than dreams,
A love bolder than destiny...

Suddenly, out of a coma,
You realize what you have missed,
The simple pleasures in life,
You discover just the right ingredient,
To add a touch of sweetness to complications...

You find someone,
No more than human,
But a gift from above,
That challenges you,
But lets you stand to challenge the world,
You feel alive,
And forget there was ever anything before,
And pray you never have to live another day without...

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Leave me breathing

With time comes resurrection,
with time comes healing,
but the scar remains,
carved on the skin,
marked for life,
a stubborn reminder of the wound,
once fresh and painful,
died to blotter into amnesia,
failed to forget.

The fairytale of happiness,
insists to thrive in disbelief,
too good to be true,
too scared to be considered real,
too doubtful to just live and let live,
holding on tightly,
afraid to blink for a millisecond,
for fear it may slip away.

The skeletons in my closet,
emerge from their purgatorial grave,
to greet me with mocking stares,
and lopsided grins,
daring me to falter,
knocking my knees to the ground,
as I beg for redemption,
breathlessly fighting for air,
battling with the past that haunts me.

Leave me, let me be,
stop threatening fate,
which has brought me back to life,
let me love, let me live,
keep my heart beating,
for every time he makes it stop and start racing again,
leave me breathing,
for every time he takes my breath away.

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Just because...

The thought of you,
as I sculpt my metaphors,
a tapestry of meaning,
a spectrum of signs,
entangled in emotion,
expressions of the soul,
concept of nirvana,
theory of relativity,
coexistence between us two.

Your love is oil on my skin,
placid liquid,
may slip through my hands,
but remains,
stays long after the sun sets,
as you take repose,
I miss you when you sleep,
reach for you when I dream,
and greet the morning,
an invitation to see you once more.

Where there is blindness,
there is a mesh of valued truths,
and surprising realities,
in light of contradiction,
underlies sweet affection,
a diamond in the rough,
shines through,
the only real thing,
in the world,
the artificial sphere,
this place we call earth.

Our affair,
like splatters of color,
on a blank canvass,
children chasing butterflies,
splashing puddles,
pillow fights,
stealing cookies from the cookie jar,
milkshakes and cotton candy,
as it grows,
we look back at baby steps,
reminisce,
about how it all began.

Contemplating,
why I am deaf to the clock ticking,
stranded in a moment with you,
why my blood ceases to fuel my heart beat,
at the sight of a frown on your face,
could be because life is short,
ignorance is never bliss,
for we don't know,
the lifeline of our moments,
could be because your smile,
etched in my memory,
has become a part of me...

Maybe because of this feeling,
snug like a baby's blanket,
safe in private refuge,
maybe because there's nothing,
I'd rather do than be close,
and closer still,
to the open doors,
your open arms that envelope me,
and if you seek a reason,
a penny for my thoughts,
a token from my lips,
it's just because...

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Missing yesterday...

Solitaire.
Engaged in memories.
Mental pictures of days that have elapsed.
Long walks. Indefinite talks.
Lost with each other and lost in one another.
The murmurs of sweet-nothings amongst the crowd.
Smiles. Laughter.
Justifies the good in morning and night.
Occasional bad coffee, but not too bad after all.
Dinners though not by candlelight, tasteful just the same.
Dessert behind closed doors.
Stop. Breathe.
Time stands still.
Infusion of air.
Coalescent vigor at the slightest touch.
Tingles rushing through every nerve...electric, seductive, elusive.
Pictorial thoughts. Living dreams.
It started from a moment.
Grew into a consequential chain of moments.
Until it became an existence.
Bewitching stares. Captivating sighs.
A grip so tight, no escape...but need no escape.
A battle of physical possession, no mercy...but no casualties.
Quivering whispers. Secrets exchanged.
The mind speaks through lips trailing moisture on the surface it explores.
The eyes act through fingers drawing heat maps on fertile terrain.
Taking in. Giving more.
Two bodies tracing sketches of desire on the sheets.
Deep, adoring, loving, sensual...embracing the gravitational pull of nature.
A day feels like a lifetime. Days pass...lifetimes seem too short.
We pack our memories in a suitcase.
Keep it in a sacred place where we can relive...
The touch, the sounds, the sights, the scents, the taste of yesterday.

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Falling into you

I wish you could taste the words right from my lips,
The words that linger, trickle from my thoughts.
If only I had the courage to utter the word 'yes',
Take you, hold you, be everything in the world to you.
Goosebumps, when your skin brushes against mine,
Missing you, when I don't see you, though ten feet away.
For fear, I hold blatant secrets, seen only in my eyes,
Look deeply, fall into me, as I am falling into you.

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