although the rest of
my heartbeats
is lesser
than the twinkling
stars
if it’s your will for me
to number them before I could
touch your hand,
then I start tonight
and even under the leaf
of tomorrow’s
sunlight I will peek at any speck
of brightness
that hides like a needle
in a haystack.
why should I resist
if you’re the sole petal flaming
my life?
even when my eyes
will close eternally along with
the roots of some vines framing
my graveyard, still there
will be multitude of uncounted stars
left and that, though accepted,
is why I am crying now
and my tears are heavy rains
er0ding the valleys of my heart..
but don’t you know
that in the chest of every
numbered star,
there, I engraved boldly,
“I love you until here,
this never ending universe, Isabella…”?
the white clouds
caught and enlarged the shadow of
my words,
re-echoed poetically to the seas,
cities and immaculate forests..
if you’ll get up from bed
at dawn,
observe how
gentle are the fingers of the sun
touching the hand
of the grass;
if you still remember me, I
would have done the same way
and the dew clinging to
our bodies give lushness
to our souls until eternity..
That is like a sun taking a peek
In the morning on the newly-
Opened petal of the red hibiscus
But the fingers of the night 2
Are selfish for they hesitate
To open the door of sleep
Where the orchard bloomed
With flowers
But despite this 3
I will wait in the eyelid
Of my closed eyes
Smiling while holding tight
My pregnant dream
That you and I shall be satiated
By the lullaby of the entwined throbbing
Of chests in an embrace
In the room of an endless sleep.
Go ahead, talk
to me.
In front of you, I am
glued by the enchanting
lyrics of your eyes.
Twin eyes, their color
changes all the time.
They’re wings of a wild butterfly
in February-flapping extracted
scent on my face; making my heart
to twinkle like how a star
magically pounds in the sky.
Even the flowers in this
rainy Manoa or the mimicking
black mynahs – they pause
from dancing hula
as they look at you.
But, Deity
these lips sealed
when I am with you.
On this patch of
grass, I long
to see my silhouette
sitting down
passionately beside
your lone shadow
with these strong arms
around you.
Here I am
to repave the road
leading to
your heart
which develops potholes
every time there is
downpour
of tears
from your eyes.
I wish I could fuse
