Chaotic order

walking backwards
eyes gazing at the seamless
commingling
of the land and sky.
isn't this the method?
a sure way of moving forward
back and forth
setting order
and letting the instincts roll
entropy breaking free
shouldn't that be the goal?
if you observe closely enough
nature is a calculated extempore

test

the peak summer will test you
do not look down
face the scorching
face the sun
even if you sweat blood
do not settle
untill you cross the bridge
be fierce be tender
in pain
because when the season ends
and you find love
in rain
you must let the water
run down your eyes
and love back.
till then is the waiting
bottling time
and drinking it in turns
till then is the seeking.

arrival

they matter.
every lost dream
every forgotten desire
every broken ambition
every fallen passion
they all matter.
because they are still in the air.
years are seasons
seasons repeat themselves
even if they are not the same ever
seasons never bid goodbye forever.
and now is the season of reconciliation
and the air is coming back into my lungs.
i will pick up the fallen passion
i will mend the broken ambition
i will remember all those desires
i will find the meandering dreams
because the season of flight is coming.

unloving

when I first saw you
there was a semblance 
of me
within you.
who can say
how these notions of love
spring
out of nowhere.
as days passed
it so came to be
that I'am mountain
and you are sea.
and so
unloving becomes easier
for one likes the reflection
only when the waters are clear.

Offer

if you gesture
i will filter out
salt from my voice
and send you
honey-like words.
remember
when you turned away
i had to drink
pearls
spilling out of my eyes.
yet
i know
you and me
and everyone
deserves a second chance.