Always on My Mind you baby...

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Happy New Year Love...

I don't believe them
those who say it's just a myth
my Santa exists!
He wears his heart upon his sleeve
a tie and a Hat
my Santa is a night bat
He comes to my mind
when all my reasons are asleep

and plays with my sadness
his games of love and madness
years fly with him in me

and every new year i make my list
of things i can no more resist

So be

just be for me  
this coming year too
as pink as blue
turn into my intimate fantasies,
grow longer arms and hold me tighter

meet me where our happenings encounter
touch me on your way to your way
touch me all the way of my way

across the happenings skies of distance
color yourself nude

chained as you from me to me, elude
polish my nails of herd
then land on my expecting lips
and paint your absence red
wear your black cloak of silence
and hold on to my moaning eyelashes 
that firm and thick
and waterproof

then unbutton that shirt of my rush
and lay bare on my rosy cheeks, a blush
whatever you seek darling,
only you, seeks
blow your hot comings winds
into my dripping wet hairs of longing
dry my anger off in a life breath 
sprinkle your sandalwood arrival
with your parting amber lips
around my neck
and when i slip into my night gown of yearning
i want you to curl into those laces of solitude
relocate my orbits of magnitude
upon your heart equator

See, i thought i would make you a list
of things i want from you to be
so naive of me
all i want is for you to just be
that skin deep into me
i won't wear you in lines and shades
not even in linguistic texture
or sweat you in lusting moisture
but i shall breathe you in an intimate linger
a shrieking holler
as mute as a screech
i want your happenings  on the leach
so i will put my red loving on and a hat
sledge on your words in the snowy speech
fill my sac with your unmade wishes
and wrap my mind gifts with poetic ribbons
at your Happy New Year lighted tree.


This Year has been so good to me and i know the best is yet to come..
May all your moments are filled with only love, happiness and heart joys Shah..
May you find as much beauty in your eyes as you bring to ours..
God Bless you and your loved ones..
Happy New Year to you,

Monday, December 29, 2014


What we see
blinds us
and when we stare
it blinks
what we listen to
is what hasn't been said
and what we don't hear
shuts us up
we hold your air
and hug your sweet nothings
breathing you in
in a life we die for
tasting your bittersweet silence
chewing on your present absence
we pretend we are jolly perks
enjoying the heroic act of selflessness
needing less of what we don't get
craving more of what we already own
but the fact is we are not saints
we do break down in our filthy selfishness
and drench in those rivers of wanting
we are weaker
when we are strong
we cry louder
at the happy lyrics of your once hummed 
When you fire kiss
my lucid lips
my burning ice melts
what we think we have
we unwillingly, miss 
we run further
when we are still
And while we are waiting
we arrive  
The more we hide,
we expose.
The more we keep,
we lose
whatever we kill,
we live
and the more we care less,
we care only more

What to do?
all my things just long for you
my coffee cup is a bit salty
and that lunch meal gets only colder
the blanket still holds my dreamless dreams
i can vividly remember
of your coming
and on my pillow,
the monsoons of your refrain
before my window
i lit a candle...
as i wonder
what is harder to handle
your happening to my way
or my not happening to yours...?


Thursday, December 18, 2014


They sway,
and play
as Hard as tender
They Plough ,
bluff ,
and dough ,
as soft as tough
They are my exile and shelter
They fly,
falling in tears and laughter
Your fingers,
in my mind body, wander
They curl and spread
scream in my poetic bed
metaphorically-cuffed loose
your fingers blues,
rise at your Husky voice tone
dance on your pulsating groan
your fingers throb and moan
at my fantasies bursting rush
They giggle
around that dangling cigarette
as they wiggle
upon the bare skin of my mind
your fingers spill and spell
stanzas of the chaotic verse
of your longing heart, in a touch-less touch
your fingers scream in a nicotine stained hush
i listen to their energetic deliverance speech
when your lips get sealed on your blush
your fingers unleash my hunger
every line is a an urging rapture
every turn they make, is a promise
of erupting pain and pleasure

Your Fingers rain
and snow
marinated rivers of fantasy
They cling,
sling and whisper
Your fingers are the warfare and the warrior. 
But your fingers are braver than you
they pose bare to my cupidity
hang on tighter to my infatuation stupidity
they caress where your eyes spear
and sensibly lick where i bleed 
They grip where in me your stares burn
and flick where i desperately plead 
your fingers are prophets of your creed
and i am of your religion,
 a follower
Your fingers know my brain curves
my pain surfs 
and stormy quivers
The kings of your silence 
abducted in your absence 
They have a language of their own,
that only my eyes speak
cryptic at times
tender and sleek
mostly enchanting, like the seduction gods of the Greeks
And when you wave
my each gaze is your slave
and your fingers are the masters
of my ecstasy
just like your cruel lips
sometimes they show no advocated propensity
they wear your heart
at the bare unfold
so many secrets,
kept and told
as shy as bold
your fingers are magicians of disguise
little pinky Houdinis and thumbing Jadugars
landing on my bosom's planet Mars
The Rulers of my kingdoms of Treasure
your fingers unbutton my mental shirt of pleasure
pat on my scented anticipation
firmly cuddling my exhausted hesitation
your fingers i shiver
And when you talk with your hands 
your eyes inevitably blink
heroically your fingers punctuate
those savage clauses that i hum
my veins drip in a roaring drum
How wonderful would it be
if i can have your exotic fingers speak of me..
upon me
about me
around me
for my muted me..i wonder
what these fat juicy wild triggers
have in me to scribble?
too much wordless words
your fingers within me, nibble  
messengers of lust
passengers of blast
your fingers make love to my craving fertile imagination
and i.. give birth to poems with your fingerprint namesake.



Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Fan Notes...

and hopeless
awake in a dream
dreaming in the wake
restlessly still
and patiently restless
waiting for what doesn't arrive
hating how we can still for, strive 
yet we survive..
our every day life queries
mistaken soar grapes for ripe cherries 
we get drunk on your perfect imperfection
asking too much of what we are not allowed to
hanging on to your utopian myths
we become Greek goddesses and gods
in our own agnostic pantheon
what high stuff are we on?
we are high on you!
and we just give

Question-less answers
and unanswered Questions
Tamed Expectations
and untamed anticipations
wanting what we can't afford
and affording what we don't want
Hallucinated realities
and reel time hallucinations
we just by all means, live!
in our world, we make believe
we look for each other in DM boxes
feast on your little detailed shots
gently hiding with you from you
yet posing bare in your mentions bar    
when you're sad 
we cry in virtual tears
rolling warmly on flesh cold cheeks
that your fluffy petting fingers can't kiss 
and in your happiest moments
with you we laugh
riding your dimpled added photograph
in loud cheers
for a joke by then you said
that we sometimes don't understand
and was probably not for us anyway
picking off what you said,
what you don't
we think we know 
what you don't show
but what we do know is what we think
we always have with you a link
as much of an awaited lover,
as for our loner souls you become the mate
Staying up late,
we haunt your name in Morning newspapers
in the countries where you don't live
pierce the graphic heart with our initials' arrows 
in the margins of books you don't read
we nurse in your love our selfless greed 
track billboard neon lights
for your glamorous ad brand
in the crowded streets of our longings
we collect in our heart drives your belongings
your shirtless shirts
and your flying lip-less kiss
with a thank you note on a sound cloud  
in our sleepless mind eyes
we keep you entertained
laying within the sight and the vision
bursting of our each darkness a moon
off your shimmering light
we live...

We live In affirmative denial
and in denying affirmation
accepting the love we think we deserve
yet deserving the love we can't afford to accept
we become your falling water showers 
your own human made towels,
freshly brewed coffee beans for your lips
and your favorite tobacco pack of cigarettes
we become things you use
and use you
in your love, my love
we hold on to what we don't get
as we get what we can't hold on to
we turn into rosy gardens in mid winter
Hot summer winds in the arctic snow center
we stare in our steamy after shower mirrors 
for your passing by angel face
smiling "Khoobsurat hai tu!"
being this crazy for you
and more
we live.
Flying to you in paper kites
singing for you in birdy chirps
running to your literal 140 charachters'arms 
lip locking phone screens in The .AM bed
whipping those tears we smilingly shed
at your silence
madly insisting
vulnerably resisting 
we crumble 
just like you
we love you,
a love that is too big
for all the linguistic heritage to decipher
and perhaps more than a 3 hours length celluloid can ever action.   




Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Family Frame...

If you think i only see you when you shine
think again...
i see you clearly when you refrain
i see behind your walls of pride
and within your doubts, my strength collide
like a family your pieces hold me
when the wholeness of certainty lets go
what you run to hide, show
in the pet shop boys suburbia
and the loosened dog from hell
Set free in our b&w cell
where what we can't afford to admit,
we spell
we live in the realms of our own delusional reality 
a family of love  
where the father to my orphan soul 
is your hug
and the mother to your ecstatic waterfall 
is my kiss

And sometimes your silence cries like a son
innocently clinging to my nursing heart
and experimenting all your naughtiness on me
at first it hurts
with all its baby milk teeth
so my anticipation areola aches
but if that's what it takes 
so be it!
it has to be fed
so i smile and give you more
how could i ever not?
isn't that what motherhood is all about?
Sometimes your absences hit me
like an angry possessive brother
leaving more bruises to my soul
at my verse's wearing your presence 
with a cleavage
after a fanciful night in your darkness
or tease me like a jealous sister
if these bare verses
get sometimes, over dressed.   

So, like a loving family 
i feel you...
The bird talk you chirp
the tears you smilingly dew
the storms you rise in your silence
the wind sways your comings blew
the buds you bloom in your glances
the seeds in my veins your lips threw
the mountains you move under my skin
the skies in your hiding cocoons i flew
the butterflies you migrate to my stomach
the musky breeze your arrival to my life lines drew
the fires your lips started
the moment we kiss and burn
infatuating the night through
the way you are always to me
the way i may sometimes, happen to you
the true liar and the lying true
the wire and the nightingale
that is  black and blue.

Everywhere i see you
beneath the shallow layers of my small talk 
within that lengthy crowded lonesome walk 
around that broken dish i slipped yesterday
and that cooking ware i burned the other day
staring at that poem i never got to finish
And that book i can't seem to pass its page 10
in the card game with dad i finally get to win
and the dull girls night out i used to enjoy
i see you in my foggy trembling joy 
at your latest camera smooch 
your eyes make love to my sight
and it gets blurry in my quivering leery shots
When you glance speck my soul chops
as you eyelash my mental G.Spot
spear my velvet lips with your glares...
hang me against the walls of your stares 
on my way up to your mind's chaotic study  
i come..looking at you
riding my mad senses in due 
steaming in my late night black coffee
and howling in that last cigarette before sleep
So here you are!
in my warmed up fingertips window
under my demanding blanket
Almost too perfect to be perfect
and in between the craving lines
you are about all the words undercover
stripping my metaphors to the gutter
and when you laugh
my heart longs for a photograph
my lips yearn for a licentious autograph
my mind craves for a twinkling caption
one to hang on the naked walls of my life's unliving room
for the one family i live and didn't get to pose with in a frame. 

Sunday, November 23, 2014


You are my Home!
where i run to
after a long tiring life day
throw back my Louboutin fears
take off my Victoria Secrets
beneath that Burberry doubts dress
and lay bare in the bathtub of your eyes
scented with your smoking breath
bubbled in your musky wetness mess
petaled with buds of your bladed lashes
the waken waves of my typhoon
with a glass of your salty whine
I purr...
a river of your gazing'flow
in my luscious lurid sea
you may be don't know
can't you see? 
my home of you is fervently doped out,
I have a library in your head
million books of poems you shed
within your words i have a bed
a pillow of your trammeled tongue
and a broken clock that's always eager ahead
i watch My favorite films between your ribs 
cry in the breathtaking climax
and giggle with your thrilling lips locks
at such perfect timing bursting grips
around your bones i cook and clean
lascivious meals of touched and seen
i run around your veins for fun
hiding in your aorta
then rising in the mischievous pulmonary
i laugh aloud when i tickle your abs
taking of your wonderland some poetic snapshots  
for the good memory sakes

So, You see my Home is made of flesh and blood
and breaks
Those you willingly do sometimes
or lets call it for maintenance reasons
as i tell myself when i find your door locked
but while you fix and repair
keep my heart apart its share 
i want of your crumbs
your left over pain, i will take
let me help you sweep
kiss away your tears as you smilingly weep
on your sorrows sofa, let me sleep
play in my dreams'Tangled hair
and i paste my blundered kisses to your everywhere
as you unleash my demons upon your broom
chase away my waggish roars in the corners
of your moonstruck biceps room  
Hold me still
to the firm walls of your obedience
when i can breathe no more
tuck me to your labium's door
show me the moon in broad day light
and burn me with your starry sunshine night
clinch to my vivid mind visions and clasp
grip of me your nursing bosom and grasp
Find your Home upon my bust
and roundabout your handmade furniture,
voluptuously fulfilled only for you.
Loosen your limbs beasts on
evacuate my murmurs at your hairy terrace
and launder at my gunky gardens your moans
meet me at our wanton eyelids window 
as we sink
in a calling blink
and a red lighted high 
Come Home my love!
For The farther away you go,
the closer home becomes.




Sunday, November 16, 2014

Pole Dancing...

It must be their fault!
those damn futile rune utterances...
i couldn't strip in them bare enough
pole dancing on your stage of fire
burning only to the bones!
Calling your name in lyrical moans
May be those lines aren't enough dramatic
may be the words are  wearing less perfume!
may be the ambiguous verse hadn't been the least enigmatic
and the pale metaphors ran out of their glittery Channel lure
its too blurry out of your presence focus
I know i should take these stanzas to court!
after tormenting the teary truth
out of my bogus smile in plastic
and skin
sentence all my helpless vocabulary to death
chock their every pictorial breath
hang them on the gates of your silence
decapitated of their Majuscule brags
or even better.. stab them in their lexical heart
beheading the dots and capitalizing the question marks
in my guillotine of mystical explanations,
and wonder whys.
different ways of killing
the already in your absence,
How can i forgive these calamitous words?
few letters dancing together in the antonyms arena
a tango of curvy lines and circles
choreographed in your silent sighs
crossing your smoking vertex
Obtuesing all your patient acute angles
Then the words got drunk of their own Jack Daniels shots  
holding in their dotty eyes the earth and the sky
my words could fly
but if they don't reach you
then no more wings can ever do. 

May be they aren't too pretty
what a morphological pity!
may be they are too odd
or too even?
should i add some salt
or some sugar?
how can i take them out of my desperate gutter?
to the universe of your smile
how can i give them a fair release
how can i cripple them with ease?
how can i reconcile..
My poor poetic captives
rolling in black lines of longing
on the bleaching cheeks of this sheet
when shall we again meet?
your sparkling stares and the orgasmic ink
sharing a life in a blue lined link
so i think..
Ah! Here it is!
they are just impotent
never hard enough to my arousing verse
that much surging yet falling flat
the words are a hit ball without a bat
to the Euphoric Eden gardens stands of your heart
Roaring off your heart beats the ecstasy 
aiming for a six or a boundary
they keep landing in a dot.
how may rounds do we have left?
this inning has been long enough
the mad crowd is only cheering for more blood.
more poetic wickets on demand
wish i had a mastery rhyming Chand
or the legendary Sachin for an exquisite rhetoric score.

What to do my love?
i am just a nobody gipsy
A nomadic fanatic
an ecstatic dramatic
mumbling in the noisy avenues of your silence
painting with a 28 colors brush
and an endless palette of shades  
but my fleshy words ache
too many literal bruises to shake
you don't wave, hug or kiss
in their fanciest Gucci or de la Renta dress
they are as glamorous as piss
so, yes these words are sentenced to rest-death
if they can't make it to your best-mess
no need for their eloquent trials.
Dancing to your glass like shutters
in the final matching steps suicidal clout. 



Friday, November 14, 2014

Upside down...

I wrote this poem for you last night
i had some sensibility left in me to understand
you absence
and introspect about it
but then tonight i don't
no sense is left in me for anything
tonight i am nothing but spilled ink
not able even to think
i am cluelessly helpless 
restless, mindless 
The easiest prey for sadness
So NO...
I thought "I understand
That You are floating a bit
around the Pacific ocean of reasons and wit
devoured by my schizophrenic fears, i still sit 
may be i was sinking at the bottom of my sheet
Beneath the non Mediterranean sea of my solitude
While silence staring at me from all sides
rises quietly upon my lines an island..
a glimpse of you!
having black mountains and white beaches
clear hazel green staring waters
and cream pearly crystal gazing sand
a dark starry sky without land
sprinkle at the thunderstorms of your eyes
lots of heavenly creatures breed in between your eyelids
unknown glowing trees grow upon your eyelashes
tropical monsoons hail at your blink
Lightening of ecstasy strikes in tears drink
Cheers baby, 
Here's to your undercover mischievous eyes... 
until i loved you
seasons were geographical myths
and natural disasters were nothing more than universal metaphors
Until your sunny eyes beamed towards me ,
spreading the earth open
and turned my magmatic core
upside down

How suffocating are the words upon my chest
every time i sigh your vast love 
when i in-scent your aroma
my breath discovers its glory
as you brag in your triumphant coming
with each of your alluring organs
greeting the other
and shaking fire hands with my senses
you almost convince me once more
that your body is the only literal Rhetoric 
and that all other linguistic bombast
are just mere full mouth nonsense
And when you smile at me..
I contemplate at your two delicious lips
like the edge of an abyss 
And i know how could a mouth
become a will for me to fall
never wanting to be found
drowning in your wordlessness,
hanging to your tied up tongue
i melt into some snowballs of infatuation
And when you go away on me...
i write a lot on the sand of your absence
Tracing your fading overstepping steps
upon my aortic longing
years crossing me
one after the other
shaping with its sharpest time blades
the diamond of our love
into the most beautiful star
orbiting around in our non dimensional space 
of faith and belief.

Your mumbling voices blow in my soul
as i scribble this infected verse about you
like the sound of the sea whispers in its secret cave
in the heart of my sheet
i rage in my feverish hallucinations
a self destructive storm of yearning
hiding a river of salted tears within a sneeze
and shaking my entire resistance in a bursting cough 
I attend to your muted calls with a sore throat
riding your dimples flash in an orphan random thought
a sleepless night owl in the wonderlands of your vulnerable immunity
how can you do it darling?
beating all these ill signs of love sinus
with the most efficient Houdini prescription?   
only neither the chains get unlocked
nor the sinus ever leave.


Monday, November 10, 2014

Strategic Tactics...

My Feelings spelt
dangling on the edge of desire
tossing their breads in the flowing wishes stream
so much optimism i guess 
expecting a large satisfying catch
of some in public intimacy
Their intellectual illiteracy
anchors to the depth
what an off the hook wreath! 
My soul practicing its favorite habit
riding your stubborn stuck sighs
picking off your screams some lullabies
and of your mortal infinities its incarnation
migrating to your kingdoms of imagination
a refugee of love in flesh 
without papers or feet
shaded in the green pathways of your heart beat
fishing for a sign in the mirage rivers you run
offering prayers to the shy moon and the bold sun
my soul is as stupid as me
and as eager  
shall we mate?
make out to our own flirting fate?
you turn on all my hymns into love songs
and i wear your metaphors on in laces and thongs
i wanted to flee from the anticipating paws of waiting
so my every cell bled your yearning beaten
till life dried out on  me
whining on its fertile vignette
calling for a prayer in its corners
i prepared my hungry inches to the seeds of your stare touches
took off all my scars for you
stripped to the bones of the lie and the true
spread my mind in shades of grey and blue
i bruised my soul, just for you...
So Come!
Uncovered like the Tempest
Bewildered within the layers of velvet
as generous as our mind life monsoon  
come to me, as late as soon
don't deny me your aromatic rains,
drip your pains
in my arid veins 
Let your scented sighted fingers play
their melodious nectar of smoke
as they slowly hum in my burning of longing ears
take off those shells of fears,
off your mellow madness
pearl on!
invite your crankiness
Expose your lust of oneness
desert that hiding beneath the tiles of promises
and torture
scatter me
gather me
sprinkle your tainted whispers upon my skin
we're still in the spring of the night
so tell me
how could the snow cover the erupting summits of want? 

Your eyes feed me the forbidden fruits
their fire whips mercilessly bleeding my patience roots
i get dismantled in the random thought shoots 
and boredom is your satanic plant
you grow it in my heart of rising flames
are you still begging?
to the birth of that tomorrow?
with which the wondering Queries got deliberately pregnant?
don't you know it has been aborted
since the early days of this yearning...
So i will destroy all these statues of your silence gods 
i will scream into the wild
and discreet with our horizon of collide
in your fragile strength i will confide
that is way better
than this freezing Tactic shelter
of my self brewing hell. 



Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Get well soon my love...

I can't sleep.
i hope you are resting. 
your family of words is so worried about you,
My mind life is literally out of control
the adjectives keep asking
And the nouns cry.
The playful clauses objecting
and the prepositional predicates in wonder, 
The verbs are in a mess
And the subjects keep turning around
I am trying to calm the conditionals down
but the rhyming verse is going out of pace.
All The superlatives only humming your name
And you should see the exclamation marks shiver,
fearing your silent dots might hurt.
Every stanza hurling in poetic less rounds.
The whole Alphabet Country is upside down.
It aches much more in my Punctuation town.
Grammar heart demonstrations in your love.
Everything is so worried about you
I am trying to calm the unwell language of my soul.
But there are much more Questions in my Capitals for miniscule answers.
are you ok?

 I can't hold on to my sentences anymore, 
The conjunctives are shattered in the blank,
the chaotic pronouns never seemed more indefinite
And the possessives are just letting go
what have you done to my plurals strength!
it's getting dismantled in singular shots
the poor adverbs planning to pay you a visit
And the participles already ordered flowers!
i hope you understand my infinitives burst
My name letters are dressed in flying kisses
and your screen handle is but an awaited hug
it suddenly feels as tight as vast
Suffocating structures
and on my window pane,
the wind weeps in moisture
My whole elements are sick at your tail.
laying weak at the pale sheet.
Till your coming for a greet
They roar for a shelter 
are you ok?

What we know we never know
Writing in the darkness of light
sometimes we laugh when we cry
and scream out loud in a smiling emoji
whatever we need to get 
can't be given in two dimensions   
in the realms of the virtual assumptions,
we all are nothing but wondering punctuations.
So, Before i bore you more,
Or increase your patient headaches... 
I'll cuddle my agnostic mind in a prayer
Get well soon my love
Rise to beat those passive voices
get well soon my love
pick of my health garden your choices
get well soon my love
give me all your pain
And take the goodness
get well soon my love  
Wordless me is praying for u,
Get well soon my love
for your mad poet's life sakes.


Thursday, October 30, 2014

Your Birthday Special...

They said your cheek is so soft,
They said your hug is the tightest
They don't know darling,
You are only made of my roughest love skin
and The flesh of my verse
Where you get to share my mind life 
Where i get to pill you up
for ecstacy
Coat you cherry,
Cinnamon and Honey
Where I would color you black and white
like the rainbow of my love
you are but my dreams dream walking on two
you are but this silent scream i hold it through
you are where the roses bloom in my heart
and when i gigantically pose bare to the world
you are when i am the fearless and the madness
and when i fly in my gravitational stillness
Paralyzed feet yes... 
but the soul has wings 
you are that smoke dance of my cigarette
and the fireworks of my first morning coffee steam
you are that mad stanza hitting me while doing the dishes
or that word i hold in my throat while giving a lecture
about The mysterious death of Tut Ankh Amon.
You are when its time for my father's shot
And when by the sea i walk my dogs of solitude
you are when i burn my food
salt my tea and undress for work
and when i forget my dreams
Then find them in your soul pocket

You live in my mind
i have a bed for you upon my juicy lips
where we make love in your every public speech
And cuddle whenever i wear my glossy lipstick of words
before your screen stare
In my mind living room
You get to hold the remote control on the sofa of my eyelids
surfing my visual channels
for the exotic show of our memories replay
Holding a bag of My Doritos Puns
Shining like million Splendid Suns
In your Majestic Halo
And whenever you gulp i swallow
your pouring nectar,
sweet and sour  
we dine upon the table of my breasts
sharing bits of ourselves with the bites 
Lavishly humming each other's recipes
ringing the feverish cups in a BoĆ«rl & Kroff Toss 
Cheers baby,
Here's to our telepathic lust. 

what are we missing in my mind?
Ah! you also get dressed up in my mind
in Those Neruda metaphors and Cummings brackets
we ride Rumi's magical lines to the wonderland of Poe
we get to drink with Bukowski, Chill with Dorothy Parker
Grab a Smoke with Sexton and wander with Thoreau
we get to spell then all the things we don't know
in my mind life
we are who we are
the mad lover and the superstar
in my mind life we get to be
That intimate and free
just a you and a me
you take off all your masks of duty
And i unlock all these chains of time
wearing only our loving make up
and exposed in every rebellious kiss
we turn to each other, sleep in the blink of an arm
i hold you closest and shelter within you in a hugless hug
Sometimes we crumble at the bloody floors of my mind
and cry across the dark fields of melancholy 
your silence at times cultivates in my desert
and the winter rose bud shivers in dew
those are times when i run from you to you
for sunshine
Then we laugh aloud
laying cheerfully on my head thoughts grass ground
Touching your Playful chiseled Abs
calling each one its given name
How many sets should i blame?
for such bursting sweat?
from head to toe
i recall your bare skin stars show   
dancing around my ecstatic rhymes,
your clever eyes get away with all their crimes
Then we marvel at that polar bear of your nose
how i love your Aristocratic skyline nose
And here, your lips.. my most disastrous meteor 
How splendid is your orbited face!
So, i euphorically fly
within you to you
lost in the galaxies of your being universe
never wanting to be found.
And in my mind life 
we lovingly work hard
and you earn my every poetic Award
Time after time
We get High on a day like Today
I blow you superlatives balloons
And i light you my own poems candles
in my mind life,
i kiss you my Heart wishes     
And in my mind life,
i get to wrap myself in red Satin ribbons 
as your most special gift
And Sugar on to be...
Your very own Birthday Cake.    

He came, He Saw and He conquered..i am flying Highest in your love My Shah
i love you more then you'll ever know...




Sunday, October 26, 2014


The number of hands that touch you
and are not mine,
The number of lips that kiss you love
love.. that is only mine
On Rewind,
All those thoughts that pass by your beautiful mind
and haunt your brain
where only my name and i can linger
whip and grind
Scattered and redefined
i mindlessly mind!
All those jokes you laugh at
that i haven't heart shared
all those wicked fields your shutters glared
off my wonderland map
are but a crap lap
in the lifeless arid
All those smiles your lips shape
that much away off my calling nape
in any leaping amount
don't count!
All these hugs your arms tighten
around anything that is not my aroused being,
fall flat
just like that!
All those gazes your eyes commit
at everything that is not as curvy as my mind
go blind

All these word games you expose to any audience
that is not my most enthusiastic under cover skin  
don't win!
They sin
Reaching every slot where is not my within
And plead for my scented purification
Your temple i am and your bin 
All Those air particles your nostrils greet
that my heart lungs didn't inhale
unless you refill
off this intoxicated lust mill
your yearning madly fans in my space
All those little things you awkwardly keep,
my love,
if not being cut of my burning flesh
All those dreams you have without having
remember me
All those lines you write without words
word me
veiled and bare 

All those cigarettes you lit
smoke only for my dancing silhouette
at the tip of that Coffee mug
where we passionately hug 
as your lip tip
in a lifetime world trip
in your every sip
I rise and fly
I lie and sit 
in our little secret madness motel of laughter
And cheers...
And all those tears
you never shed
roll but upon the wrinkled sheets of my black lined lid
as you silently lay in my confession lips bed
and repent.
All those shoes your feet dress
all those blues your mood enchantingly swings
even your Tees and Unbuttoned shirts
Don't fit!
until off my verse you're knit
a thread of screaming dots
woven to My larger than life size Cloak of Fantasy.  



My Poems Recitations for My Shah...

VFXed.. Dreams.. Fan Notes..