A malediction of what’s not meant. 

The moon chased after the sun before he could make her stay,
But it turned into a lonely night before day.

The rainbow cheered the cloud up before he teared,
But it turned  into a furious thunderstorm before it cleared.

For if the solemn utterance and solicitous deed is intended for love to be known and felt by the need, 
Then, there won’t be beauty before it. 

I love food 
I really do

I love the anticipation for flavours bursting into my tastebuds

I love food, 
but I love you too.

Timelessly read poet attempting to understand the state of her heart,

Unsaid emotions pierced together into words to fit it all in her disoriented sight of sanity,

A poetry that brought in words that hold the aptitude of what never mattered.

If miles don’t matter

And time don’t matter 

Then love doesn’t change.

Come back, troubled soul. 

Come back.
Come back.
Come back.

Come back, and never look back. 

It won’t be easy, to leave it all behind. 
It won’t be easy, even with time. 
It won’t be easy.

Heck, it’ll never be easy,
But just maybe, I could be fine.
For your happiness is also mine.

But it won’t be easy for me, even in a millionth rhyme. 

Written words turned unsaid,
Spoken words unintended,

Words that were,

Misunderstood,
And misinterpreted. 

So help me understand, what you worded. 

“I pray that everyone with a good heart puts their heart in good hands.”

Stumble, and fall. 
Stumble, and fall.
But He’s with you at every step of your call.

Get on your feet now,
and keep walking. 
Doesn’t matter where you start from. 

Stumble, and fall.
Stumble, and fall.
For, He’s with you through it all.