Blossom

It was an awkward meeting

Just like the heavy rains

That fall in the midst

of sweaty summer

Though it was a small table

the distance seems like

We were at the two ends

of the world

And just like a good soldier

I was fully equipped

To stride in the chamber

To shoot and be shot

With queries and answers

But everything vanished

As words miss its vowel

And mind lost its calmness

Heartbeats were gasping

As if I was running

Chasing my own silhouette 

When these two eyeballs

Fall upon the thorny Rose

Fresh and untouchable

As if it was raised 

In a King's orchard

Guarded and shielded

As I was stepping in the Garden

Heart keeps battling the eyes
either

To behold the Majestic

beauty of the Rose

or lowering my wild gaze

As the Rose is blossoming

And as its petals shining

Wrapping itself with shyness

Leaving the thorns guarding

Its chastity and decency

Just as the Queen's red guards

Faithfully shielding the Rose

And at that very moment

I chose to look away

It was a brief meeting

But carries a lifetime meaning

Leaving the Rose's fragrance

Roaming around the air

Giving me a reason

To craft a new step

Treading to the King's garden

And humbly request for

The Blossoming Rose

To be placed in my Garden

And burgeoning here eternally

Written while in a journey

AidilAdha 2016 | 5.30PM

heart singsonging a lullaby - Yiruma : Spring Time