Tormented Yearning.

Did the mountains call me, or are they echoing your cry for my presence?

Zuv, when shall this torment of yearning end, so that i shall find myself moving towards eternity? I feel death has come so long before i died. It has found an abode within me. And so i have a graveyard in my body. All i need is to take one step away from your memories and i shall drop dead, peacefully.

Maybe.

Maybe, just maybe on a parallel universe, or at a different time and space, I'd wake up, to the blessed sight of you, in serenity sleeping, with your gentle arms tucked by my waist. I'd be surprised and as everyday, to what deed have I been granted this. I'd stare, at how immensely yet out of full ease you breath, I'd want to shower you with kisses, but then my silence and stillness is a lullaby for you, and I should let it be. I wouldn't know what it is, when it is, how it is, but for you, I'd lie down, till you'd wake up and then like the breaking dawn, your smile would shine throughout out, illuminating my day and oh, madno! my soul!

Moment Before.

There's a blade that cuts through my fingers as i spill these words, so if they are stained of red, my dear fret not they are only your sweet lady's rawness.

I don't want to be stopped, so amidst the struggle i wish to pen this here.

I want to devour your lips, like there shall be no end. But i am well aware neither you nor time shall be in my possession.

So let me enjoy and endure this painful moment i have that shall last as a memory for another decade or two, or until i meet lips that taste soulful and serene and better than yours. But for now, let me cherish this moment, right before we kiss, the one second where i anticipate and imagine what you shall be remembered for in the coming second. This fraction of second where my heart finds it hard to hold in and explodes, even before we've met and locked. This one moment, shall be the frame captured through my soul's window. My dearest, kiss me then.