6. One truth, many emotions.

 One truth, many emotions.....

The credence of that one truth can be felt in tremendous ways,
There's no need to define as words are a mere form of expression and not really that which can define a feeling in its entirety,
To define what I feel about this one truth of our cosmic whirl in words would be inadequate.

This one truth brings forth many emotions,
Emotions of love, life, affection, attention, closeness, bewilderment.....
It's something that happens without any sign of ceasing.

A continual feeling of wanting you in different forms....
To be around you and your being about me....
Just to see you in your abundance and to cherish this feeling every moment is stunning me.

The haze of my thoughts hasn't been clear since the day you walked into my life suddenly,
I never knew that love could hit me so blatantly in this life,
You have eroded the pillars of my self-confidence loving you back.

It's that one truth of what people call love,
I call it many names and they aren't even specific,
Since you brought down the walls I brought about myself over these years with your savage love and tender attention.

It might be the only truth and it evokes many emotions in me....

Yours.....Bee 🐝

5. Perpetuity of the past

20 Dec 2021

Our story is perpetually set in the past.....

There's no reason this could've happened in this life given the social obscurity of what we call affection....

Still I bumped in you I don't know how and to recollect also is near impossible.

It was awesome cosmic energy that has made it happen I suppose.

Nursing the brief meetings for times unmatched has become a way of life....

Expecting the warmth from the stars is something irrelevant but it happens to me....

I yearn for that shooting star every night that can light up my night.

Every ounce of prevention doesn't work and the pensive mood doesn't want it too...

Yet there is juxtaposition within my spiritual self which sometimes tends to dent my faith in love...

This isn't love after all, it's something beyond and something that nurtures my soul and not just the heart and mind.

It's something set from the past, something of a cosmic collusion...

It doesn't need any definition nor a dialogue,

It's something i feel deeper than the ocean, a life experience which no words can define ever.

It's from the other side that you have helped me identify as a thing of the present but perpetually it was set in the past.

Yours...... Bee 🐝

4. Mornings

 Longing to feel enough every morning.....

It's how I relive you every moment though mornings are a way to begin....
The seamless trail of thoughts never ends,
It catapults one thought to another in a tremendously and sometimes a frivolous way pleasing to my soul.

Thoughts of you hit me like a strong wave,
Raising froth like feelings generously bubbled,
One seperate from another, yet clinging together to make a whole wave form defining your presence.

The heart wrenches to hold each tender thought bubble intact,
Yet it bursts out to form yet another rising,
Bulging to its extreme that defines it's limit to my consciousness about your not being with me.

The stark reality of your presence in the void in the bubble you should understand,
Wish I could hold you in there in total fragility,
To make you grow as much as I wanted to and hide you instantly if we wished to...

Longing to feel you enough every morning is something that I do every day.....Sitting together without saying a word.... Building our own bubbles endlessly.

Yours.....  Bee 🐝

3. Insensibility’s

 Insensibility’s.

When we're together,
I wish I could give all that I hold within for you...
But your enchantment overtakes my being turning me to a selfish being.

You always knew before I could dispose my soul to its own responsibility....
And you gently yet firmly guided me to the pinnacle of my selfishness...
And gather my insensibilities in your warmth, assuring me of your endless existence.

You're forgiving, you're compassionate for my insecurities....
You charm my soul with your flowing presence,
Unwinding the knots build up with my own deprivation of credence about your presence.

Wonder many times about these insecurities....
Not finding a valid reason at all, knowing truly well that I never will.
Yet it forces me on this consciousness maybe because it's truer than the luckiest I could get.

You taught me to struggle for myself...
Stand up for what has always been right and being insistive for something that I realised i couldn't do without.
You protected my insecurities in the past and you do so now.....

You struggled with me to help me grow...
I could sense your own pain but still could never be courageous enough to acknowledge.
Believing in your strength and cherishing the same and building my own.

Every time you come forth and gather my insensibilities, that's true!

Yours……Bee 🐝

2. Breath

 

My Breath.

Will I breathe normally again...
To behold you every moment is to breathe normally.
To sense you about me is to live normally.

Wondering at the manifestation of thoughts about you...
None of them leave me in my solitude nor in a crowd.
They engage me like there's nothing else to think about.

Brooding at your smiling eyes....
Your half smiles to enchant my soul is something I can never feel changing.
Brushing my soul often with your fluttering glances is something I long for so often.

Your passing by me briefly leaves a trail of interrupted thoughts....
Thoughts of ordinary proximity enhanced to bewildering feelings.
Leaving me unsettled for the rest of my stream of consciousness about your presence.

Will I ever breathe normally.....Without you? 

Yours..... Bee 🐝

Hankering

Multiple names to as many emotions…

Is this prose or poetry..

Nobody knows..... Not even me.

It is what I feel...
When I miss you and feel you like a touch of the souls....
A craving that finds its way through words.

It fills the void between words and feelings...
Something that I don't realise I do...
Almost all the time, awake and sleeping alike.

The recognisable flutter of you in my heart...
Which ticks like a breath in and out...
Is something I yearn all the time.

Times have conjured to resonate this feeling to an eternal experience of my being....
You're something that I implore timelessly...
To widen the scope of my life experience.

Your figurative realms sometimes unsettle my soul...
Questioning my delinquency if any at all...
It isn't what I control, yet so evident of my helplessness in matters about thoughts of you.

Yours..... Bee 🐝