The rain and you.

I tried writing a poem about rain.

As usual, I didn't finish. It's like, there were the feelings but words were lost. It was weird coz I really wanted to write it. And still there it went with my collection of many others called drafts.

Sometimes I'm more of a starter. Less of a finisher. Not that I feel lazy but because I linger through it for too long. 

I wanted to write a poem about rain because it was raining. And then what? How dense.Why rain? And why talk about it right now? I felt that if I wouldn't finish it, this day wouldn't be complete. Not for seizure but for escape. And it didn't. So I decided to just talk about it to compensate for the lost words. But still, why is that so important? And now,  that the rain's gone. 

Then questions flashed. Is it the rain?  Is it yesterday? Is it those words? Is it me?

It is you. 

How I long for you. The you who's now part of things that vacate and linger on my world. Like the rain.

How I miss you. Can the rain be blamed for intensifying the yearning? Maybe not. But you see, the rain and me, we got issues.

As for the poem, it's not staying hidden. It'll be continued the time the two factors that cause the urge, meet again. Longing and rain. And you see, longing is a constant part.

I tried writing a poem about you.

I have you

Sometimes

All the world can seem so friendless

And the road ahead so endless

And the dream so far away.

Sometimes

When I'm almost to surrender

Then I stop and I remember. . .

I have you to save my day.

That Loving Task

 -The vindication to the inquisition. :p

How do I even start to explain just what's happening

Lately there were these scenes I keep replaying

Why all of a sudden they have infested my mind

How I tried,but just can't seem to leave them behind

 Words of beauty flooded my head

Pondering for the right words to be said

Overwhelming affection that fills the heart

Wondering,from it,could I ever part?

But then came a familiar battle with time

Afraid the sweet soul wasn't really mine

Thinking I could just eventually lose it

Afraid I just had to let go of it

Truth is I wanted neither go or stay

Settled for the safest risk I could play

Thought it'd fall where it is rightfully be

Convincing myself it's not here with me

But the heart was wanting

The heart was calling for

Not sure it'd be the same again

Like what it was before

I was on the part of conceding

But something bizarre was happening

Whenever you enter my thoughts

I couldn't stop smiling

So came with understanding is hoping

In Providence's pow'r I kept relying

That if by will He'd open the door

I'd give what I could give and more

And now,I've come to believe in you

I'll take your heart,please take mine too

As for the sweetest question asked

My king,yes I do,I accept that loving task.