Psychedelia

Psychedelia

A Poem by Jerald Infant Jeyarethinam
"

A story in a song

"

Boy meets girl

 

I opened my eye

In just another ordinary day

You stepped into my life

Swept my heart away

 

The thunder of your heartbeat

Is all that I see

The thing called love

Could it really be?

 

Deep in your eyes

I see a flame

Captivated in the glow

I wish the time remains the same

 

I reach up to the sky

I pull out a star

With all the love that lie

            I want to take you so far

 

 

Girl meets boy

 

The day you walked into my life

I’m lost in confusion and bliss

Is it the dream or the wish? 

That I’m gonna miss

 

You have a special something

          I can’t figure it out

  I know this could be real

          But I can’t judge what love’s about

 

People often grow

          And grow apart

You’ll change

          And then you’ll go

 

Love is that ecstasy

          Quite rare

My emotions are both

          Near and fair

 

 

Boy proposes

 

In the book of my life

I've searched for a page

It’s called love

Will you be that page?

 

I've waited so long

I’m not flattering you down

 

Come fly with me

In the red of the beautiful sun

 

Come sing with me

In the blues of the clear sky

 

Come dance with me

In the green of the nature around

 

Come take my hand

In the black of the darling night

 

Come with me

Together let’s knock the heaven’s door.

 

 

Girl disposes

 

There are so many words

That I cannot say

Looking into your eyes

I may one day

 

But now

I’m running away speechless

For now

I’m being heartless

 

I say it to your eye

I’m not your butterfly

 

It’s hurting

As it’s you

Let me go

Will you?

 

Melodrama between the boy and the girl

 

Boy:

I walk past her

She walks past me

 

 

Girl:

I walk past him

He walks past me

 

Boy:

Do you wake into the night?

And wonder why

Do you feel arms holding you tight?

Let out a sigh


Girl:

Look into your heart

Do you still see me?

Look into your mind

Is it still thinking of me?

 

Boy:

Vanishing in the echoes

You are my only dream in the night

My heart beats as one

          As I've seen the perfect light

 

A whisper in the wind

 I send

I will be your friend

Till the very end

 

Girl:

When I close my eyes

          I see the light

That radiates

          From your heart

 

A light that left a pathway

          For my heart to follow

I fly to you

          With hope as my feathers

 

 

 

Truly one

 

Boy:

The soul that was truly meant to be

God created you for me

 

Girl:

There is nothing more so sweet

Love is happiness complete

 

Boy and girl Chorus:

Let the Colors fill the sky

Let no meteors pass us by

 

Your smile

Your touch

Your heart

 

You and I

 

Till the end of time,

I'm in love with you.

© 2015 Jerald Infant Jeyarethinam


Author's Note

Jerald Infant Jeyarethinam
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this one is a fine trial and well expressed one....few lines were too good...
Let the Colors fill the sky
Let no meteors pass us by

Your smile
Your touch
Your heart

You and I

Till the end of time,
I'm in love with you.
..an extremely good one...:))

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jerald Infant Jeyarethinam

9 Years Ago

Thank you Anne:)



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The ebbs and flow of this was brilliant. Each section completed and bleed into the next was seamless. You put a lot of effort into this and it shows.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jerald Infant Jeyarethinam

9 Years Ago

Thanks Rico:) Your comments do make me put more efforts for my upcoming writes:)
that was like a song for me..
a poetic song i would better say..
starting stanza and ending stanza were like cherry on the cake:)
keep writing:)
thanks for sharing:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jerald Infant Jeyarethinam

9 Years Ago

Thanks Rashu:) cherry on the cake is a poetic thing to say:)
Fell in love with this one. Looove the title....up to my library :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jerald Infant Jeyarethinam

9 Years Ago

woah...Woah.. up to your library:) this means a lot..thanks ana:)
Ana B.

9 Years Ago

Anytime :)
Left in awe! This was one of the most beautiful poems I've read here so far. It was amazing!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jerald Infant Jeyarethinam

9 Years Ago

Thanks for your kind words Anne:)
I love this poem!
One of my favorites!
Keep it up!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jerald Infant Jeyarethinam

9 Years Ago

Thank you Emily :) you considering it as a favorite really means a lot to me:)
Emily

9 Years Ago

Your welcome :)
an interesting read...thanks for sharing

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jerald Infant Jeyarethinam

9 Years Ago

Thanks mate:) anytime :)
this one is a fine trial and well expressed one....few lines were too good...
Let the Colors fill the sky
Let no meteors pass us by

Your smile
Your touch
Your heart

You and I

Till the end of time,
I'm in love with you.
..an extremely good one...:))

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jerald Infant Jeyarethinam

9 Years Ago

Thank you Anne:)
With the title "Psychedelia", I would have assumed for this piece to be relevant to drugs. I am not really into non-erotic romantic texts, however the words slid by quickly and were near pacifying in rhythm. Well composed.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jerald Infant Jeyarethinam

9 Years Ago

Thank you :) love to me is the most powerful drug... Hence the title :)

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Added on January 15, 2015
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