Hope taking forms…
This hope of mine is taking a form of dream,
a form of possession ,
a form of obsession ,
a form of compassion ,
and even a form of depression,
I am afraid,
hoping that it wouldn’t be taking the form of lust,
hoping it would not be taking the form of envy,
hoping it would not be taking me high with hopes and at the end just fading into the dust,
Whenever I see at the sky, whenever I watch those beautiful glowing stars, once again I start to see and observe the patterns that it make,
And while observing those patterns, at the end it forms your beautiful face,
With those shiny eyes of yours,
With those beautifully craved arched eyebrows,
With those lusty , irresistible , kissable full lips
And ending up with your world’s best shiny cheeks .
Hope
A simple word yet can give dangerous results ,
This hope can make anyone fly , and this hope can make anyone die ,
This hope can take a form of chaos, while this hope can take a form of beautiful artwork ,
This hope can make a dead alive, while this hope can burn and break things in a way that no-one can understand why
Hope which can turn stones into mountains and this Hope can turn a mountain into ashes,
Hope can make anyone fall for anyone, while this hope can lead someone to hate everyone,
If hope can take so many shapes and forms ,
Why can’t my hope bring someone back to me so that I can form a sweet home ?
