Dismiss.

That door.

The closed one.
The deaf one.
The heartless one.

No,
I am not knocking on you..
You have been closed,
too long.

Hold yourself hard.
Harder.
Grow more..
More heartless,
More cold.

Dismiss me,
Again.
A hundred times.
May be more.

One day,
Someday,
You will see the shiny sun.
Over that inviting horizon.
Compelling you to embrace,
Accept and endure.

That moment,
That time,
When you step out..
of your nothingness,
and your darkness induced ego,
towards that brightness.
I will see you there.

I will recognize you.
Will even smile at you.

Yes,
With a smile.
I will dismiss you..
Then,
Once and for all.   

That was his love.

He silently slips in,

The intoxicating dose of his love.

In his own sweet ways, 

He adds and subtracts colors.

She ought to love him,

And more. 

He ought to let her,

And more.

He speaks little, 

Does a little more. 

He hides the sea,

And controls the storm. 

She falls in love with him,

Over again,

Each time they meet. 

And he lets her. 

That intoxicating love,

has her addicted. 

The story continues, 

And she feels drugged. 

He adds more colors,

And thinks of more. 

She lets him paint her, 

In his love.

He tries harder,

to bring down the moon. 

She embraces. 

He tries. 

She remains inexpressive.

He tries. 

Until it forms a symphony,

Pushing her to participate. 

And colors keep making,

 new colors.

Today, 

On their own.