Always on My Mind you baby...

Wednesday, January 28, 2015


Do you still wander
in the turbulent alleys of your Heart 
surfing the longing clouds for shelter?
Do you still wonder?
about this mesmerizing Hypnotizing 
Madly rising in your love writer?
well, in case you are
Just let me try to introduce myself

You know that place you love the most
but you never go
that gush of air you breathe in 
when you know but you don't know
this most awaited river flow
This urge to hide what your covers show  
in some heat felt pole dancing Coffee Steam 

That empty seat in your private jet
where no one dares to sit 
but my poems and my traveling silhouette
that shampoo bottle you never use
this Ralph Loren towels you excessively abuse
So I get to hold your pearls of sweat,
and rinse away your sporting pain
clinging to your windows pane
I hail, like your own petrified rain
like a verse you never share
and forgotten
like your haunting dream 

It's when you can't
but you can't..
it's when you would 
when you wouldn't..
It's when you could
that you couldn't 
it's when you are
that you aren't 
it's when you aren't what you are
that i am...or i seem

Me the gentlest breeze
 like a butterfly wing
and the terrifying savage
like the wildest wind dance
me, the last chance
and your every possibility
 the fertile desert
 and the arid Nile Delta
me Your pie and the Hipta
me, the one who has no features
until you come
i grow two eyes, two lips
and a heart beating off two breasts
i turn into the myths goddesses
For the oracles of your Arrival
riding all your metaphoric winged cyclones  
seducing my mind unicorns to the fairy tales Beam


the one who gets tortured with your silent
and sadistically whipped with your wordless words
An ocean with no shore
A want you will forever sore
the endless beginning
and the journey
the Fire cracking in your winter chimney
The safety of your red pack of Classics
And the tightest hug your fingers press
against that black iphone Safari Scroll
Do you still wonder?
if i have a weight and a height?
some flesh and blood 
if i am not a fish or a bird
i am all you wish you can have'
and lose
i am the tied
and the loose
the healing and the bruise
i am the loudest cheers
and the blues of the blues
i am when it rains fire balls
and when it snows in hews
i am where you can burst and curse
and like a child you would curl and nurse
i am the dead without you
if you know what i mean...

I speak to chairs, cuddle to blankets

and lock lips to screens and posters
i am the sweetest of the monsters
and the one angel that fell
as if you can't by now tell
O My love, we're too screwed to shell
making love to our personified visions
behind a perfect poetic caption and an infatuated twittvideo Camera Lens.

Monday, January 19, 2015

A 3D Printout...

"My" belated birthday gift
Is as overwhelming as my gifted wit!
Another me in my classical pose
what life poem would you prose,
shining fella?
do you hurt yourself like i do?
what role-plays do they give you?
my people are the best
with all this love i am truly blessed!
But how would they get the years
i could only count in moments
that i don't hold numbers for
How would they taste the sweat?
that had soaked my everyday into night
How would they uncry the tears
i secretly let go of on a demanding shot?
The laughs i had to shake
with the cameramen on set
or those i genuinely break
at an old joke that never got old
and a line that suddenly got headlined bold
what memories would these silver eyes hold?
would these arms still keep the hugs i gave or got?
or this open shirt, would it still scent those dears who left?
what about those steel like ears?
do they echo the loved ones voices 
and the wild screams of love and crowd cheers?
the lips are sealed here
may be like the ones in real
what of me do they spell of what i keep?
and those eyes..would they ever sleep? 
what dreams do they not remember
what hopes could they wickedly shelter?
does this heart beat?
or just like mine, it does weep
the nose is as aristocratic alright!
could it had kept my mother's Biryani smell a mile away
but then i bet the bloody sinus has finally left
no more Aphrin for this lucky gent!
what's there in this unbuttoned shaft
does it hold the yearning of every woman i met ?
the abs i sport hide there ,i bet
in the extreme upper left
does it has as much steel plates as i brace?
What pain killers could it possibly be on for this knee pain i chase?
what make up does it wear for a funny face?
the pant folds are quite impressive
no iron shall ever be needed nor a pleat
and yes, it will never be for anything late!
shining shoes 
frozen blues
but it made worldwide news
just like i do.

it seems as reel as true
a chrome solid me 
One that i couldn't be
with all the knives i had gone under
i couldn't for the life of me
uncry those silly tears my dogs with me had shared
or unsay these wordless words my silence had beard
i couldn't unscar the bruises of my soul
nor get those who left, back with a shooting star call
but this one doesn't burn his heart out in a cigarette
nobody would nag him to quit!
it has a shadow, a light and a silhouette
but what if the days cut him out bare like they did to me
what color would its blood be?
it can still retain cherry lipsticks
but How many kisses would it take for it to blink?
ah..the lucky thing can't too much think
as much proportionally accurate or exact
this amazing 3D printout can't make love,
the way my naked eyes do
burnout in a football game with the kids
or trash my friends in a FIFA blast!
And Thankfully, unlike me,
my silver mate here can't live in my skin
it still can't... act.  


Tuesday, January 13, 2015

To Be or just to be...

To be or not to be
is not a Shakespearean dilemma anymore
Being for him may be a midnight summer dream
but it will forever remain the safest place to be, 
in the heart of his Tempest. 
It is not weird to be weird,
it is weird not to be.
To be in his heart
The crazy graph to his chart
dancing on the beat tune..
To be in his eyes
reasons to his whens and whys
the sand to his hilly dunes
To be in his dream
the strawberries to his cream
what it is and what it seems
that blurry sharp sun beams 
To be his mirror
the beauty of his terror
His reflective passion. His desired horror  
To be wherever his hands reaches out,
To be whenever his mind rounds about.
To be why he wickedly smiles
and when he tries to pout.
To be his own
at the heart of the frown;
the pose 
To be under his skin
The beat awakening his within
To be in his thick and thin
That hidden and necessary.
To be His made up metaphors
Where his soul linguistically soars
To be his "i" instead of "o"s
To be his grammatical typos
The lesson he never learns
and the test he don't ever want to pass 
to his battlefield the grass
to be his destination street
To be why his lips part and meet
And where he turns his tongue
that mushy and wet
and bittersweet
The tune he hums in discreet
His lyric-less song..
To be his exhale of fire
His little blue bird on the wire
To be where he is and isn't
The toothbrush of his new tire
The love letters burning at his absence
and the stammering silence when he arrives
to be all the bees to his hive
That dead and alive
in him.

To be what he wants to know
These queries he smokes away
To be where he speeds to slow
what he hides to show
the job to his blow
the river to his flow
and the fill to his refill
The Genie to his lantern 
He scraps off his eyes mindset 
To be the magic to his carpet..
 to be his temptation
To be his acceleration
 to be his desire to touch
To be His favorite video game
the black and white photo to his frame
one of everyone but someone else
 to be the one is able to calm him
with handful of shooting stars
 to be the one is able to turn him on
from behind fate bars .
To be what he can't afford to lose
To be when he has nothing to lose.
and when he has to chose
the uncertainty of his pick 
to be in his prayer 
the ritual and the adorer 
to be a favorite on his internet explorer,
one click ahead.
one button push
a shortcut to a smile and a moan
To be the object stands near the subject in his sentence
To be the reason of an excitement wave in his heart
To be the source of the sparkle in his eyes.
To believe you can be a sunshine to his sun
and a moonlight shawl to his lonely shivering moon
The darkness to his prince
the ever to his since
the perfect light to his broken lens
and the memories to his spotless mind.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015


You Come as fast as you go
that slow
Yet no where to be found,
when you are around.
your eyes breathe to the calling boxes
And your fingers stare
at the moaning keys
begging for a loving ritual
or a sexual textual
i may not know what you do want
but i do know what you don't.
and by now,
what i don't know, i want..
The not saying says a lot
more than it is about
And sometimes much less.
The answers get questions-less.
The time gets only timeless
Whatever happening with you
is not really happening,
whatever is not, is.
we are preys of our loneliness
we brag we enjoy its every bit
but we are only hanging on
not to fall in the safety abyss
of hope.
We elope 
to the cloaked demons of our fairytale
creating a sad creed to follow 
and an enigmatic myth to curse
That absence is more presence
than you wanted it to be
and your presence at times
wears your absence on
in scented wimpy word drops,
you leave in the air you heavily pet.
rising in a colored silhouette
a sun that is a moon at heart
made of darkness 
radiating light
And when you are water
you fire 
bleeding lava and mist
and when you are here
you are missed
as i turn the whole world off
Then get wordlessly pissed
when you pretend invisible
i see you then...
howling around the clouds
of thirst.

The tears you can't shed nor hold.
the breath you can't keep nor take.
that step you have to make.
with no legs
nor a path
a pacified wrath
that dream you always have
with eyes wide open
that hug you want to give
armed and armless  
this kiss of life
you would die to get
parting your heart lips
bleeding in the healing grips
your hiding in me
is bare.

i am tiered
with you,
and alone. 
Intoxicated to the bone
this is not even love!
even you wouldn't know what it is about 
the closest to the beautified unknown
For what we fear the most
we live
And what we cherish the most
we give
like a hieroglyphic hymn
that we recite on our way to heavens
i call your name
i am revived in every moment you are here incognito
and slaughtered at the altar of your revelations camouflage.   


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