Turnback

Sweet few months

Wish the entire of my life were like the few months back

Thought I had retire, with one love quack

Why won’t I say that, when the new golden days are fun pack

Twice important than the few events in life I couldn’t mark

I sat down and saw lip biting content like an untied sack

A downhill fall of snow

A source from which I am already aware

But cannot singlehandedly avert

Like seriously, I didn’t want to know

Now swimming in her melting ice

My head cooling with red eyes

My lungs with her praises unsung

Are you thinking it is less fun?

Don’t worry I am breathing fine.

She is walking on my mind, Cerebrospinal fluid

Keeping it not humid

The ripples like water from her steps touching each cortex

A kind of angel in my head, whom I will die

To save this time, hope you heard

She is not one in a million

That will be blasphemous

Because in every million I can find one of her

No, she is just her, no million to compare

A dream charmer and not gradable

She is finest beyond every scale

With no aorta of bale

She makes falling for her easy

And thinking about her makes me busy

And her body has a mind of its own

Her skin that makes me wanna touch and own

I am telling you not a part of it, her whole

Wish I was strong enough not to fall

But to what good will that do when she can have my all

And spins my head around like a ball

Did you say its sour, c’mon she stands tall

I am crazy for her care

And I think she is also mad to control my mood

I am out of my mind for her

And for me, she is ready to gasp for air

But I think she is jealously hungry for me like food

She wants to see through me like a clear glass

But I have dark corners, with no class

I miss her for fun and that makes me happy

With the thought of her tattooing my skin with Goosebumps

And her touches living skin maps

Our feelings giving thumbs up

Our emotions get sappy

She is running a marathon in my head

She is winning ahead

My heart is her price

And my feelings is her pride

Because she takes me for a ride

When she pays me kissing bribe

It is hard to find a hormone in me she hasn’t touch

And a breath of life she doesn’t match

An outburst of laughter she isn’t part

And shyness in me she cannot patch

A vassal in her chest vineyard mattering less

But my motherless sperms she imagines in her vat

A vessel of my joy

And a parcel to my happiness she is enjoined  

She fills every hole in me

She is everything I fail to be and cannot be

Compliments every challenge I cannot beat

And the part of life I never want to change

Is when we chat first in a night and our souls engaged  

A sweet part of us that opened like a page

That page I never want to close

Nor replace with a pose

But wait, for the rest of life I need to be bold

If not my flowers will grow old

Like a book with hundred beautiful prose

Yet lying on the shelves with no one to appreciate and hold

But am I not scared? with all the world’s thongs

Or with the numerous church girls speaking in tongues

Even if I write these words with all beautiful fonts

And fails to see that everyone needs to be needed

Or all advice pleads to be heeded

Then to how many audiences in this world have I truly pleaded