My Tactic; My Strategy

Knowing that the world is big

And you are hard to suppress,

I have convinced myself to work with me

since our mouths are still

too big to be filled with grapes.

My tactic is to switch on my X-ray vision

to look at you and examine your behavior.

Learning who you are 

Leaning on how you are 

Loving you at the same time.

So, my tactic is;

I don’t know in what context

should I start my remix

Perhaps I’ll work on

Talking to you and

Listening to you in order to

make a double bridge that enjoins us–

two separate conundrums.

Well then, let it be my tactic

To gather magnificent souvenirs from 

our memories though

I am not sure to what pretext should I

base my intention. 

Remaining with you is not far from a 

good example.

My tactic, again, is to be just me

Today I’m a little straightforward

Tomorrow one straight awkward.

Understanding these mean

understanding you being

articulate but sometimes not eloquent.

Frank and at other times, still frank.

Though,  I don’t know to what pretext should 

I conform to build up our stance in this

one great chance.

Knowing that we are not selling each others

backs in a flood of simulations 

and cheap concoctions of

distrust.

So that we’ll not only build indestructible bridges,

and worthy smiles and tears

but avoiding an invite

for blind curtains.

However, my strategy is, 

quite relax and deep.

Though I believe I don’t 

know yet to what context or

to which pretext must it start

when you finally come

to need me.

so I know whether this strategy

complies to me when and until

you realize that

One of these days,

YOU also can love ME.

 

Love is like a pouring rain

Always looking for the missing piece

Wondering what it looks like

Does it come in a nicely wrap gift with a purple ribbon?

Does it introduce itself with a beautifully and intricately woven package?

Or

Does it lay bare in your face sound and pristine?

Perhaps

It comes as a lie.

Then it becomes the truth.

Somehow, you wouldn’t believe it to be true 

Cos it doesn’t say ‘hi, I’m LOVE. And I’m here to make you love.’

No. That’s not how it works. 

Sometimes,

There’s much more truth within a lie more passionate than the reality.

That even when it’s there, you see it, you feel it, you want it still 

You hold back. 

Fear. 

Fear of finding and losing it as you let on.

I thought about love like a museum. 

Where past and present live and settle. 

Like space, it’s infinite –untraceable 

Like infinity — incomprehensible. 

But to be one with love the past and present must coexist 

Like a memory cup, made of authentic clay, buried deep down the earth —

Unearthed by its rightful heir. 

We try to analyze love to understand 

It. 

But just like the curator, no matter how long he has worked and known the artifacts 

It may even be 20 years–all his life 

Through exhibits and self-knowledge 

Still he can’t understand 

Its value and its reason

Like the human heart 

It takes time to understand 

But Love remains there 

It stays. 

Built upon memories put together to help you find your way back

And when it’s there, 

You’ve found it

Like a pouring rain 

You let it. 

You get soaked 

And dance 

Smile and laugh 

It’s rare and raw 

You’re careless and the world knows 

Love is a pouring rain

Either you swim with it and sink 

Or get a bucket and catch it

It may even look like you’ve lost it, misplaced it

Only to realize it was hidden in the showroom

along with the other precious relics

waiting for you to notice and accept 

Its presence. 

The drift is all yours.