My November

All credits: Teddy ©

My November
Just remember,

Your absence is what can make noise,

Feeling of being lonely is a living carcass,

This pain has ignited the unknown,

Remember, someday I will be home,

And my days will kiss your embers,

You will love the Jasmine that never bloomed,

Remember, someday, my memories will be yours,

And you will be mine November.
– Teddy ©

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Empty Without

Utterance of raindrops,

To fondle with the lips of mankind.
A smile sunken in shadows,

Half grieved and other half left to survive.
Among the barren graves lies a truth,

That memories only left to grow with the tulips.
Symphony of every mortal destiny,

Prays to reach heaven without a heartbreak.
The midnight breeze screams and cries,

Weeps for a secret that blows with the November rain.
The secret that summer sky is empty without the clouds,

And the raindrops, empty without the lips.
-Teddy ©

Tamarind Daylight

Tamarind Skylight

A sight below thy tamarind skylight,

You see mine eyes sparkle with tears,

For mine sight, today now homeless,

Standing infront thy infinite winks,

Waiting whence farthest waves and closest footsteps,

Brings back daylight to mine silhouette,

For midnight where mine every cry finds thee

A forever home you found, away mine peace,

The day I wait for to come,

Whence mine soul be taken to thy world,

For now mine world nothing,

But thy tamarind skylight.
-Teddy ©

Face Without

​FACE WITHOUT
O Heavenly angel, bring back mine symphony,

Melody of a love, ripened on a summer evening,

Let mine imagination replace the only sun,

To million reflection of a truce, for mine,

Cannot sing a night, without stars,

Gone days of winter bloom, mine self now warm,

Moments of mine enlightened afterglow, look upon you,

Something not beautiful beyond your realm,

Oh no! Darling mine hands hold only each other,

Cramped inside, a heart once united with a soul,

Don’t mind lips show you, canvas of a journey,

Tell me! Don’t mine eyes hear you sigh, to come,

Dawn of mine skyless world, flew away,

What only remains, a face without self.
– Teddy ©