FROM A PAPER NO ONE READ

Am I allowed to touch the blue of the magazine? When stars otherwise kiss the somberness of the night? Am I allowed to collect clouds in their ephemeral charm And restore them their delectable delight to shed pain? Can I turn orbs of sweet dreams of my own Into the flavor that I love to color and add a dash of my-ness into the air I breathe. If so------ Then I promise I would recite the most exquisite poem. Elucidate the most enchanting secret. Write words that never conspired to appear in the most famous minds. Let me drink my morning brew without exasperation. and buy Time with my pocket of skills. I promise I would give you a better garland Whose fragrance would have designed no mind before. I promise I’ll give you the piece that would require no customization, and a tune free of cost. I would give you the right to justify my wrongs without a grudge And never turn a deaf ear to your sweated breath. I would forgive myself for all that I have nurtured in pain And give myself a Hi5 for having broken my own record. If only you allow me to be, I’ll give you the gem I am.