A paradox

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Source: Google Images. Photo not mine.

Was I really the fire that caused you to melt?


Do you know how it feels to be asked the sun

when all you can offer is the splendour of its reflection

placed in a vast, night sky,

together with the incomprehensible wonder of diamonds –

breathing and demised?

 

Do you know how it feels to be asked a rainbow

when all you can offer is the rain that comes before –

the one that contains droplets

which could be of both

glee and poignancy?

 

Do you know how it feels to have the world

that witnesses clarity in darkness,

light in shadows,

and jubilee in melancholy,

But still not be desired?

 

Do you know how it feels, my dear,

to have everything

which, in your eyes,

is

nothing?  

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A writer’s appeal

I want to make a poem for you —
A poem that would free all the beauty trapped inside your masked soul.
A poem that would make an orchestra out of words; one which would play a harmony in resonance with the music that is you.
A poem that would leave a fragrance as sweet as your smiles, and a mark as powerful as your presence.
A poem that would display every speck of wonder you are hiding.
A poem that would reveal.
A poem that would be generous.
A poem that would give justice.
A poem that would simply be you.

I want to make a poem for you…
if only you would give me the pen.