A madman’s love story

I’m waiting for you

all I possess is a mirage of you

I became an artist, with brush strokes of my mind

I laid your colours on the canvas of my imagination

I traced the borders of your face, the curves of your chin

the thin lines of your long hair,

I stumbled with a thought of your lips,

if only I had the courage to fall in love, I would have had the whole you

I remained with an incomplete you

I became a composer, with bursting melodies of your unfelt grace

the tunes crack midway, the beats scream away

I’m left with an unfinished symphony of you

if only I surrendered to the riotous river of love, I would have met you at the shore

I failed as an artist and composer so I am left to dimly imagine

I can only imagine what your favourite colour would be

maybe a light turquoise, the colour of gemstones, a colour of passion and love

or green because you’re all freshness my darling

the nights bring forth beaming stars from the distant

piercing through the thick darkness they cheer up every human soul

I can’t see but feel your dark-defeating glare from afar

why do I sense your proximity? you’re getting closer

like positive and negative particles, our fate lies in our unity

I’m a madman madly in love with the invisible you___________________________

a cripple of a mind is one which fails to imagine

when I can no longer sense your fragrance carried by the wind

or when I lay bare without a shred of witness to your being

I scream aloud wishing that you could hear me and come closer

without imagination and love, I am a cripple and dull

my only source of solace is hope,

I hope to once feel the tug of your presence,

hope can see the light; it alone is not enough to come near the light

I’m missing courage, a pivot in the endeavour for love

I’ll go out in the streets chanting your unknown name till dark

I’ll jump from my shell to the lowest shell just to be near you, my beautiful proton

if love needs courage, I will love you courageously

till then I’ll hold on to your unworn shoes

I’ll knit a scarf with a colour of light turquoise

for courage without hope is empty

and often hope is all I have, I am a madman.

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