Setting Sail

Tonight I want to write my heart away for it is heavy with words. Not in the romantic love sodden manner I often do, although I’m quite sure it’ll find it’s way to manifest in some shape or form. Tonight I write my heart away as if I’m setting sail in the dusk. I cannot see the horizon but I glance across in the direction it’s supposed to be and I am waiting for that silver of Sun so I can push away from the shore.

Beneath the floorboards of the vessel I sit in there’s countless treasures I’ve collected across the years. They are bottled and canned, a bit dusty and dented at the edges but the memories they contain are wholesome still. For how can such wonderful moments decay? My only fear is that if the bottles are to crack or the cans were to split open, would these memories rise up and get lost among the stars?

Oh, what would I do then? I suppose I will spend my entire voyage chasing them down. I will pick out the stars that shine brightest and believe that it is a memory that makes it shine so. For there is no other reason, no destination in store for me and I will leave my fate to the stars like an explorer of the past.

There I see it now, that unmistakable glow of  a new day.

I must go.

Stars on Skin

Maybe that’s what I need,

The stars on my skin,

Somehow I need to find

Someway to get the stars to fall

Across this skin of mine

And mirror the patterns they cast

Across the sky.

Maybe then I can look

Upon myself and hope

That there is some sort

Of fortune or future in store for me.

Thirsting For The Stars

Forgive me,

For leaving your rooftop empty tonight.

I promise that in the nights that go by,

There shall be one in which

I will scale your walls

And fill the emptiness.

And we will lay there,

Drunk and flat against the still hot cement,

Thirsting for the stars.

Picture taken by amazing friend, Senura

Hopeful Nights

Hope means so many things to me and this is just one of them. 

Our Infinity

Forgive me for this wall of an introduction, you can skip this part if you want but this post is very special.
It’s for 11 people I love very much.
For Sam, who I miss more than anything.
For Sudaraka, who is patient enough to put up with my midnight ramblings.
For Sashini for believing in the “Dominoes”, “Nothing Crushes Us” and every other silly slogan I’ve labeled us with.
For Himani, who loves to love just as much as I do and I was lucky enough to cross paths with.
For Kaveesh, who’s been a part of most of my stories.
For Mihitha, who I’ve shared more laughter in the latest of hours than anyone else.
For Minuri, who knows better than anyone how dramatic I can be
For Senura, who I always wanted as a friend. You’re certainly a wish come true! 🙂
For Sajith, for going along with my misadventures.
For Zulaiha, who’s stories are much better than mine.
For Sara, Yours were the words that made me write down my own and is here for the world to see. 

Thank You All and I hope you like this little tribute from me(including the little drawing above). Lots of Love! 

Constellation

When I am most afraid

I will think of us.

Every story and adventure,

All the dreams I seem to live in.

Maybe the hope this brings

Will take me far enough.

If it does I will look back and thank

The constellation we built for ourselves,

This Infinite Loop.

 

Little Star

Do not fear,

Your place will always be here

You will always be the eclipse in my face,

The shadow that lingers with my own.

And it’s together we will taste

The raspberries and rum

In the centre of this galaxy.

Enjoying every little moment

On the way there.

 

Center of Infinity

One night I watched

All your stars fly across.

I was still

As everything else

Danced in front of me.

Your words, your smiles

Your faces.

But I was glad to see

Myself in the center

Of this infinity.

Thank you for letting me

Slip into your gravity

And letting me be

A part of this “we”.

 

Gravity

I don’t remember when

But I do know for sure that

I am part of something.

Something immensely special.

I feel we’ve drawn each other

By the force of who we are.

You being you.

Me being me.

Our own force of gravity.

 

Heat & Light

I’m not sure

Which clouds made

The stars that made you.

But I would have loved

To have seen the moment

Where the Heat & Light appeared

And the atoms that became you

First met the atoms that became me.

The Sky & You

Patterns on Your Skin

No pattern of stars in the night sky can match

The design of scars and blemishes

That mark your skin.

So allow me to trace my fingers across them

And paint a picture of everything

The night skies envy. 

Star Dust

Highest of Highs (B&W)

You must surely know that I think of you
as one of the most important things in my life.

The stage at which we met was not the grandest, the circumstances not the boldest but even still, when I think upon the actual meeting there is something that is more than anyone else would think.

It’s something that makes me realise how lucky I am and how kind the stars have been.

 If it is indeed the stars that choose our fate then I thank  them for making our footsteps run into each other.

Do you remember the climb to the highest of highs?

 How the steady silence between us hid what we are today?

Sometimes silence is important, maybe it gives us a chance to look at each other and just take in the depth of our souls in the universe, maybe there’s something in you and me that foresaw the magic that would come, the words to be said and letters to given.

 Maybe the silent stares are just like the black and white photographs, a revelation of the soul and maybe it was then that I realised, when we were up there on the highest of highs, that your soul was a good one, a kind one and one that would listen.  I saw this as I held the picture of your soul in my mind, up there on the highest of highs.

Black and White.

Did you realise it too? 

City Lights