Dear Beloved

Hey.

You were charming last night. Every fleeting moment, letting you magnify your glory. Maybe I’m addicted to gazing you, tripping every other time. The way you light up watching the sun and the clouds play their cheeky morning games. You're the first thing I lay my eyes upon when I wake up, and your beauty blinds me. With the rosy shades one side and azure another, you encompass my whole world. Feels like it's been eternity, but I'm still amazed at how could you compliment every possible hue of my life.

More than anything else, you make me feel loved, even in the lowest of times. I see in you, every person I love and care about in this world. Be it someone or no-one, you’ve always been watching over me. No complaints, No demands just an avid listener. It's so effortless venting out to you as if you’ve always been a part of me. 

Altogether a different form each rise. 

Rewind. Reborn. Rekindled.

Back to creating new life, new purpose. It's magical how your past never shadows your present or future. 

And then you grow dark, bringing a gazillion sparkles to life, as a harbinger of ceaseless silence and peace. Every twinkle as if winking, trying to catch attention and thinking what'd my wish be as it shoots across. 

After years of my life, it is you who could stir me.

I was the calmness of the shore, you brought out the high tides within me.

I was the gentleness of the breeze, you brought out the storm within me.

I was the blooming freshness of the spring, you brought out the wretched fall within me.

It is you who stirred me

I was the drizzle, the dusty fragrance after rain, you brought out the deluge in me.

I was the melody of rippling water over the gorge, you brought out the torrents within me

I was the sweet scent of freshly brewed coffee, you brought out the whiff within me

It is you who stirred me. 

I love you even without trying, seamlessly, and eventually, everything connects. A connection like never before, like it never had a beginning. And even though I might not be the only one to you, no one could ever look at you like I do.

-From the fallen pages of an obsessive sky lover