Hello, omnipresent essence;
you’re all over.
All over my head, my life, the walls of my room, the little hollow spheres of my eyes.
You’re all over, all over the pages of a story that refuses to be over.
If you’re a book and I’m nearing epilogue,
I refuse to read you.
I consent to keep you on my lap and flip your pages.
Slowly as your silk hair weave my intentions to love you, even more, if that’s ever possible.
You’re all over.
You’re insomnia and a deep slumber
You’re a poisonous elixir
You’re an exaggeration of romanticism and yet you’re quiet.
You are my helpless sighs and my heart crushing screams.
You’re a dream in a coma.
You’re the poetic license I won with words,
so its safe to say you know the “rules” of my heart.
You’re the law in love’s constitution.
You’re all over, over and over again.
If you’re a valley and I’m on a cliff,
I’m about to roll over
Just, so I can fall for you.
Guess I hit my head on my way down
as the world spun around.
I’m not thinking straight and I’m sober
I got hit too hard, I guess
With impaired vision, I see two of you
so you’re all over visually too
and though I see visually, two,
I see just you, the one, and its over.
Its over for me, I guess
You bowled me right out in the first over
I guess being a batsman isn’t for me,
So I’ll be a keeper to keep her
and catch her while I fall:
over and over.
You’re all over.
The world changes through kitchen windows with the smell of coffee brewing and certain magic in the silence.
Holding hands, we go through the drifting past in our heads as the world changes, over and over.
What do we have left, when the world is over?
Just some oatcake I’m yet to taste, but I will
Over and over and over
Till I’m over.
Spoken Word is a modern form of poetry that unravels a story. It is ideally crafted for onstage performance, rather than in written form.
Feature Image – Amer Fort, Jaipur.
Written by Armaan Yadav
