To Him

Weeping in the dark Eating tasteless prose Suddenly, there was a spark A kind of bless and a curse Do I have to apply my skills? So that you know who you are I told you once, I am a simple writer I am nothing close to a star But, you are indeed a sky Full of wisdom and love A cloud that rains on humanity An angel sent from above It is not about how much you helped me Material things come and go It is about the way you looked through me About the beauty and flaw Travelling is poetic But, what is travelling without a good friend? And you have been that friend to me A depth within depth A theatrical performance I loved to attend I am not going to thank you To be formal and polite Formality is superficial Politeness is too kind And I am neither formal nor professional I am too messy, but alright So tell me what should I say about a mind that is so vast? A river that keeps flowing That will never end, but last What should I say about a heart so pure? Applying my skills is a must But, I ran out of descriptions and metaphors Excuse my non-poetic lust So, tell me what is after the “So” Do I have to pack my words and go But, my words are endless I will just go with a flow Yet, even if I keep writing and writing You will never come to know Because I cannot describe what cannot be described I cannot create words even if I get bribed You are more than a description You are what I am still trying to understand You are a myth, a fairytale It lasts for centuries and does not end I am grateful that you have changed my mind About what I believed was true I can’t believe I under estimated myself But how do I know? I had no clue And now I feel alive once again I am grateful for bringing me back what I wanted to let go is it time to say thank you? IF IT MEANS YES THEN FOR ME IT’S NO