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Monday, February 13, 2017

Love by Luck...

Lucky the air
your lungs greet.
luckier the lungs holding your heart
luckiest the heart beating life into you
lucky you my love being forever with you
lucky the trees, 
watching over for your ease
as the sun rays in a tease,
rush over to your face for a kiss
luckier your face holding within your smile light
luckiest is this light 
painting life as you shine
lucky is this street, 
listening to the songs of your feet
luckier is your feet
taking your steps to where the heart leads
luckier the sheets covering your pains for the night
luckiest are the pains
for they of you demand to be felt
lucky that pillow
being your fantasy dream set
every morning wet
daily bet
it can never better than this, get!
then the lucky mirror smiling back at you
yes it can!
 just in a dimple flash span
luckier the unbuttoned tees and perfect ripped jeans
the perfect socks and wild screaming teens
luckiest the sprinkled scent of pleasure
dripping in and out
making love to your pores
magic stores
of desire
setting my heart on fire
when you get ready to roundabout
i am burning inside out
from the lucky coffee mug
to the luckier screen hug
passing by the luckiest life bits
i wish i was in it
a moment, you hashtag for the no forgetting

The colder side of the pillow
the warmer part of the sheet
those drops who made it out of the bottle
for your neck sensational meet
can i be that out of the bucket list perfect boot cut?
with the rips and all the blood rush
oh what if i can turn into that Atwood of your air, gush
you can't see
but you can't live without
that invisible and that necessary
the socks you can't go wrong about
these favorite golden goose
the random late night thoughts at lose
your moment alone
being the Marshall in your ears
Billy the innocent man in you
and build in a pair of platinum wings and an engine
so that whenever you fly, my love,
you will be first class seated in my then lucky, luckier, luckiest, heart.



   







Sunday, February 5, 2017

Love petition...

Where do you go?
when out of my eyes bed
as the day breaks off your sunny blink?
lazy me would just stay in
watching you rising off the sheets of my dream
treading gently on my chirping hairs
calling off my lips couplets for Coffee
and lighting my sanity up for a smoke. 

Where do you go?
when they take you away from me,
my wicked stares
they make you up in my sight
all dressed up in my designer night
bare of your own skin
wearing our mad lovin 
and spreading to my sky glares,
your Icarus wings
your eye then sings
so i become but an eye of a heart.


Where do you go...
when the fresh air of my lungs greets your lips
and you warmly whirling
onto my cherry garden of patience
where do they keep you,
those playful alphabetical mid-nighters of mine
in the am of my thirst and your hunger?
what do they to your eyes about, linger?
and what -in my forbidden namesakes- 
do you to shut them away, murmur?
disarmed at your peril hairs
my refugee fingers surrender
and i start a new delicious life playing my way through.  

Where do you go..
after they savor you
my gourmet prose fingertips
such a poetic connoisseur for you i am
and you my love are so literally edible 
from the opening of your rhyming forehead
to your toes last stanza
an appetizer when you blink
and when you smile, a full sonnet main course.
on your jingle menu my love,
capricious beams and for my appetite,
an epic tuneful of poetic you.  

Where do you go..
when i shake them,
my -don't lie- lines hips
at your one eye to mine home coming party
and when they take you by the hand
my-longing for your touch- hairs band
playing on the tunes of your shy smile
scattered like my long night wishes
and at your moves caresses through, undone.
     
Where do you go..
when out of my flesh set 
after my every cell at your action,
sweat
reciting your glare lines
to my euphoric blood rush audience
what a fervent performance!
i take my eye to your greet
at the backstage of our patience
as i see you standing there
in the center of my high
selling excitement
and buying of our waiting
some time.

So,
don't go when you do
listen not where they call for you
not for a wink
"fear not" you say,
the word is already fading away
in my bravest at your sight revolution   
arranged in twinkling lines
your spiky silver beads threads entwine,
a march of victory at the gates of your lipsy heaven
Liberating my chants of awe,
as i rebelliously take my metrical stands
solemnly to demand your love.


  



Sunday, January 15, 2017

The love winner

I wish it was about time or pace
i wish it was even about losing or winning
truth is my love,
it's just about your prince like face
it's about the lives you keep on living
with yourself is your race
blinkers of love, heart on the chase
your awards?
on the road unfold
growing yellow fields of heartbeats
and flowing rivers of your magic
i wish it was about time, speed or pace
but darling, it's just about your grace

Before i knew you
i was swimming in an ocean of despair
i wore indifference like a skin
bragged this pain within
hat life was afraid to even come close
on the edge of oblivion
i threw my bet
as if it was all set
and the end for me began
but then i saw you
and my life changed as i knew it
i saw a light at the end of the tunnel
a moon shinning out of the bruises of my soul
skies of hope before my eyes broke open
and a sunshine rose to my endless night
you taught me that i can and i will
you restored in my own self my faith
you helped me by being who you are
to know the best one in the world exists
and i can still have a heart beating only in his name
i work everyday harder because i see you do
i live brighter because i feel you see me through
i am ready to like a girl fight
because you said i knew how to
you probably don't know
but i wake up everyday
and smile gratefully because i'm breathing the air you could've just exhaled
as smokey as caffeiny
it's how i make out to my morning
and check in to the night hotel of my solitude
pick a room for two and share with your silence,
a drink
you taught me it's always alright
when i play for one heart audience
when no one gets my from my guts performance
that it's alright if i stand on my own out
whispering perfection
while they mediocoringly shout!
And now i too learned to at them pout
you taught me i am my own star
i have galaxies in my eyes
meteor showers fall off my mind verse
and that you are my sole poetic universe
you took my hand to the shore of hope
i get reborn in your every gaze new
gardens of zest bloom in me at your sight
every what was once black became now white
heaven gates wide spread its arms
when you part your lips with a word
nightingales of happiness sing when you smile
life to me becomes worthwhile
because i knew you
and for that matter, so truly madly deeply love you
hastened to you may be?
por is slackened
just screw it and let's take the longest hug-fie
for my love in you is like your love in me
and as extremely unconditional.

  

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Sweet tooth

Baby..
if only you let me,
baby the love out of you
Darling your wild mind
lovely your shy soul
as you sweet my bold heart
and honey my at you staring, one eye
No when nor why
let me Ice your cream of time
Candy your space
Vanilla scent
This busking lament
is eating us alive
Sugar my hope on
Strawberry my wishes con
one minted view at a crave
Amber my air,
with your coming after shave
Orange sprinkle my longing
And as you out of my words, step
Suzette my poems'crepe
and mousse on every verse dip
Caramel this distance jello
Marsh - my hard waiting- mellow
Spill the night syrup on me, dry
and chew off my day without you,
the endless moments gum.

Father my childish anger
Mother this crying despair
Parent this teen-Linger
Family my every orphaned whisper 
and boyfriend my crushing girly dare
Be there..
when nobody would care
let me cuddle your patience's weep
lullaby this hunger to sleep
Bedtime story your cradled expectations
And chocolate your whipped dreams hallucinations
Handcuff my fears
In the torturing rooms of your heart
50 shade my tears
one fantasy at a beat.
tell me of your bittersweet 
And bite my doubts off your cake of anticipations
Berry within me your blues
Cherry the blossoms off my lips hues
Spring my naked trees
Monsoon to my arid breeze
wind to my still river
and when in you i shiver
freeze!
and let us together
enjoy the storming weather
Ah...How much calories up are my wishes
and how thin is the sporty truth
blown in your birdy post booth
though i know my love,
you've never been cursed of your trainer 
for having much of a sweet tooth.

 

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

The Saint

The man in black 
Steals your heart away
In a shot
And burns
In the smoke of his soul
The wind in his hair
Fire off his eyelashes.
Death upon his lips, 
Is another lifetime 
of his time life, 
Smuggled. 

In white
darkened bright
waving evil 
and cheers forgiveness
In his eyes the sun

the whole and the none
the truth burns
and the longing moon,
Howls.

He sells booze
golden bottles of blues
whenever he blinks.
His every shot,
is a serial killer
for love, a gypsy beggar
and a vagabond fortune teller
The more of him,
the lesser 
riding the wild horses of angst
and breeding in his heart
of the pain pigeons,
a flight
Hiding in his outburst
Like a Saraswati's flood   
lifting his hand to slap
and lay them on his fate lap 
you think you see him
but you don't
he hides in your eyes 
and rises when you blink 
takes your breath away
and leaves you
out of his life breath

His boats of lust
Flow in your blood
All hail the saint 
Of the dreams river
the heart assassin
keeps you hanging
upside down your sins 
asking for mercy
or repent
to your ever after you're sent
eternal ease for you he meant!

All hail the saint
The lord of his own destiny
spilled in his eyes
but the tears of a lover,
the truth dangling upon his heart
in a personal locket   
shooting alphabetical bullets  
off his mind trigger
and through the snipping specs
some love ammunition
rhyming his darkness couplets
setting the life of you ablaze,
the blinded death poet,
is but a gaze bootlegger.

    





 The Trailer of the film "Raees" From which i inspired this poem.

           

Monday, November 28, 2016

Slice of life...

As the alarm clock rings
I turn to my lonely pillow
with your face
please go back to sleep, 
just one more dream...
so real it would seem!
i have your eyes here in my chest
as you see through my heart
your lips are not sealed 
in the arms of my breast
in my bosom, 
you all of it,
revealed
it is not as cold
anymore in my bones
a queen in my dreams you made me,
without a game or its thrones
gushing like a Northern wind,
your prince charming whispers
to my beautiful mind Cinderella 
losing at your silence ball a shoe
and running in the after hours of midnight
for a piece of your lucid delight
turning this stained kitchen apron
into a fancy gown of stars
and this pumpkin heart
into a glittered chariot of dreams
shaping the hungry rats of my soul
into wild horses of hopes
riding through your fairy tale mist
but halas! i do exist
though in this dimension, wish not i was
not even a poem i am, nor a prose
May be a Grenouille scentless
or an Atwood invisible gush of air
if i turned my head away from you
or if i stare
so i dare
to bite the forbidden apple 
of your love
wait in my snow-white years of sleep
for your one reviving kiss.
 
My Coffee pot
still steaming hot
a well covered up water jug
and at my hand's pick, eyes drops   
jealous sun rays
sneak on my wet cheeks
for a morning kiss
and a swinging chair
that doesn't at my poetic confessions,
creak
voicemails from work
family gathering alert 
messages that i don't read 
ticked seen
the world that i don't live in
in me, lives
and there at the corner of my solitude
piles the whole week laundry
but it kept screaming,
asking for a snooze or a hit
time knows how to call for your attention
and you helplessly every time, bid
so i left the bed
to my reel self, instead 
in my night gown of your fantasy,
i gazed into my mirror of reality
and took a brave Alice leap,
into my dear life's wonderland. for it is the case with us the dreamers my love,
in our world, you can't really tell which is which.


 

  
         
 

   






  

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

How to love you?

How to love you?
if there is a how to love that is
been wondering all the way
in my 7.am daily walk by the beach
where the waves crash
in order to reach
at the shore of my eyes
i see you, the truth you are
running within my visions
the further the deeper
a letter-go as a keeper
come closer,
told me the beach..
and i felt your breeze on my face
cold and salty

How to love you?
with the rhyming word?
or the gazes sword?
through the layers of our poetical dimension
or the colorful lines of a street wall graffiti?
what's in a flesh meet
where would i fit a normal greet!
without running into your arms like a refugee
and you are but Home
what's in a shot with your eyes wearing glass
where would i unload my longing strass
if you keep down your curtains to light
and i am but a ball of sun fire and might
what's in a picture..
that will remain witness on the moment of separation
and a scent that will no matter what, invite limitation 
and torture
what's in a voice you already hear
every night at the back of your head
reciting you poetry that was never written,
coming to your face once with a formal hello!
what's in a handshake
where people throw their dais of acceptance
while we already turned the wheel
and got a full spade
our hands would mate
feverishly grinding all that wait
and melting under the pressure of time
our hands would lip lock
like birds of a flock
fingers entwined
hardened to sweat
universes would erupt
at our hands arousing touch
is it asking too much?
what's in it to break
after all, it is just our handshake 

Is it the fact that we actually do exist
that bothers us so much?
within each other yet out of reach
what's in a few minutes in heaven
then a lifetime in hell
what's in a lifetime made in a few minutes
and a forever of want
what's in a hug
that once in, everything changes
i would then breathe what's in between your ribs
speak the language of your heartbeats
listen only to the humming sounds off your cage bird
and see nothing but the night sky of your hair
my arms would spread no more but on your loneliness
and in my chest, would play an orchestra of wishes
and make believes
then you would perhaps let go
unwrap your warmth off my winter skin
and leave me shiver
as i stand taken under your weather  
furiously trying to rewind my mind strip
and pause at your casual wave
after you sign my book
that trip we took
in a moment out of time
will then become a memory that i will treasure
and you will probably, forget.

Thing is my love,
i don't know a way to love you
but to love you
frame-less
shameless
out of this world Einestein insane
meeting you in a verse or prose 

striking with your quotes a pose
hugging you tighter in between the lines
and with your every word to my hand's desire
an all night long, dream handshake. 

  

    

    

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