Its been hours of thoughts
Racing through my mind,
With this sheet of paper
And my heart that doesn't collide,
Put my pen between my teeth
And started crumbling down the
Sheets, I scribbled down the ink in,
Should I start with "dear my beloved"
Or "dearest of all" or nothing at all,
Should I pass amidst the chaos
Of our dreams that never coincided
Into a forever journey crept within,
Should I pull out my insecurities
And doodle down some hearts
And flowers and a single lined
Teacup that I dont know how to draw,
Should I pull out my art sense
Into the halcyon state of your mind
And pull you down into a
Laughter marathon,
Should I just start with the cliché
Of "how are you?", "What's up?"
And "how are things?"
That were never answered honestly
Should I just call you my "Chérie" and
Start describing your seductive smile,
your soothing hugs and your irenic
Heart, that made my heart flutter,
Should I just tell you how you made
Me feel, despite the melee state
Of mind you crossed me into,
Should I just remind you of the
Star gazing, or the candle light dinner
Or our ride among the cloud unicorns,
Which made me feel like
I am in a whole new realm that existed
Just for you and me,
Should I just flirt with words,
Dresses with the ink
And make you feel "metanoia"
But unfortunately I get stuck with
words, as much as how I spill
Coffee beans onto the bare floor,
Should I just ask you to come over
And talk about love over a
Half-filled tea cup and a green
Briskly salad that never goes together,
Or Should I just dont write at all
Cause my words never made sense
Just like how omelette never
Goes with ice cream sundae
I wonder who yelled out "Written
Letter never ran out of style"
When all my epistle could hold was
The laconic alphabets that
Sparkled out "I love you"
Thats it, Thats what it is....
