poetry

November Sun

I believed storms make

Greater scenes for love

Until I saw the golden rays of sun

Peeking through the window

And radiating through your face

Who’d say fire was so breathtaking

Unless they saw you that evening

Comfortable in your own skin

Over a cup of tea

Reading Murakami

As I experiment with my phone camera

And my substandard skills

Trying to capture the moment

And failing miserably

Listening to the soundtrack, Bugs

Kissing you in my head

Dying a little on the inside

Trying hard to not spoil this moment

You look up for a brief moment

And smile

How’d you know, you been residing

In my heart, for a while now

The sun in its full glory

Graciously shines on a cold November evening

I believed words were beautiful

Until silence made more sense

Lost in our own separate worlds

Now intertwined

Soon, the sun would say goodbye

And you’d still read away to the night

While I’d listen to bugs on a loop

And we’d crash on the same bed as

The day ends

You’d pass out to dream

And I would reminisce your golden face

Radiated by the sun

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