Heart,Say It All While You Can

It's all about time and its pace

Fast and slow; rush and easy

Damn, Yes! It's her chiseled face what my eyes trace

Unhurried me and time consciously speedy

She turns up gently like a breeze

And sweeps me in return like a storm

Wish I could make those moments freeze

When her presence does keep my beatings warm

Shy am I and reserved she is

And knots of stillness are our ties

Ready exchange of words I so dismiss

For gradual is the love that thrives

Muteness soon yields space to greetings

And life, yet the same, more cognizant of colors

With that fond smile in all meetings and partings

Wish what more if dispensed with such flavors

Tight-lipped episodes of my life without delay themselves disclose

Often the abrupt information I blow may imply that I flirt

Possibly that's why her windows of speech before me are so unusually close

But, is simply knowing someone such grave an affliction that she be hurt?

Grins Distress and trudges Time when I am deprived of your glimpse and form

And your gaze like a long lost wave returns as if it hears my unsaid plea

Oh Lord! What good deeds from my hands have you me unmindfully perform?

And Time murmurs,"I am what you have spent to receive it for free"

Words you utter are no less than delight

But, eager is my heart which craves ever for more and more and more

As a kite in spirited settings contends for a loose flight

You, nonetheless, even with that muteness will I ever the same adore

Let haste not overtake, for I must bide the time

Nor my company be that I should thrust

Let our hearts by natural course combine

For pushed relation, just as a bubble, is fated to burst

Moments were ne'er short or scarce when love poured from my ink

But for the heartbeat to halt and sigh nervousness it's been a while

It may sound weird but I stare only not to blink

That if I do, I may lose the charming spectacle of your smile

Innocent words may glorify you as some fantasy or fiction

But I'll forever be perceptively grateful of our common frame of existence

You may well be beyond the expression of any language or diction

Couldn't care less for details now that I am immersed in absorbing its essence

I fancy my drifting journey to be led by an usher

A constant face hence every dusk and dawn

With you being my lifelong significant other

Oh boy! What mayhem would it spawn

In this world of my fancy another world of complications so furiously rise

With a thin blurred line that separates the merge

As others take impossibility, so did it take me to my surmise

Where confluence of a river of carol and another of dirge so tempestuously surge

Seeing incidences, listening anecdotes and witnessing lives of the victims of unfulfilled love

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I may somehow gather the strength to utter the three words my tongue now lacks

But once let loose what I feel, I will strengthen it to the extent that if you against it nod, my dove

It will turn against me so hard that I will be numb as a wall with numberless cracks

In the caravan of monotonous days, you're a reason for rejoice

As you arrive,"There, she comes!" whispers my heart at its height

Reached have I the cusp of life that I'm accountable for my choice

Whether it blooms the barrenness within or withers the left of my light

Not even begun yet and I'm already savouring amorphous lovely futures this instant

But wavering control of life wrinkles my face and consumes my unbridled elation

When hiccups of your name will be as close as you'll be distant

I wonder what's made so firm an intimacy of so fragile a relation

Love is an unrehearsed fall from which no one can maneuver a flight

Had it been otherwise, I would've taken some precautionary measure

It discriminates not on the basis of wealth, nor appearances or might

Yours is the association rich enough to turn my poor life into treasure

Efforts in vain howsoever much applied for restraint, but

Like a tendency of the rising sun it from the depths resurfaces anew

How silly would that be to see you and wander eyes in an attempt to strut

What grave offence to Beauty would it be to know you and not love you

For long have I guarded the portals to my heart

But kept windows wide open in hope to receive knock from a virtuous lass

Wings of time flutter in hurry and caution if I not act now on my part

May forever be marooned with eternal wait as the needle of my compass

Now is ripe the time and confess I must come what may

For loving you, even a lifetime is short and our story still inchoate

Or lest my heart tremble in pangs of dismay as delay accompanies further delay

That I will contribute to ashes if in search of a suitable date

Come! Let's exchange our pasts, share our presents and envisage our futures

And joyously let our footsteps abide by the course love dictate

Spoken promises chiefly falter and silence of accord often Speech butchers

So why not shed our words a little and let our eyes communicate

Whatever wrongs I have done will I indeed amend

To make our seemingly divergent fates coincide

Unbefitting habits of mine like unwanted skin shall off I fend

For you, my precious, to be forever alongside

A prayer in earnest to Air, our common friend, I cast

That if it draws itself away from one, mustn't help the other cope

'Cause any amount more supplied till the last

Would choke no less than all the world's smoke

A persistent turbulence from within have me shaken

On edge I stand now to know if your heart quivers the same

My Lady! Should your heart not already taken

Mind if I bow and proceed with the claim?