It was crowded in my mind I Almost missed my flight! lines jam signs spam! see, i booked at your Sunshine Loveways, my light Confirming my little heart ticket and a suitcase of dreams boarding on your plane beautiful The magical trips my allured mind at your beautiful, takes for my- not so beautiful- sakes destination forever duration, as long as it takes your- back
home at the end of the day welcoming hug- like chin pose my blood verse and your captioned flesh prose my murmuring hush at your arousing blush That tiny corner by your lips, Kingdoms of butterflies live in those tiny
spots of light and universes of pleasures spark at your smile desert dunes at your blink, pile and the rivers of paradise honey at your tongue turn, Oh i burn, as you mercilessly, finger play... electrifying the void at your still sway whatever evil i shall commit to you if i may So, do you know what's beautiful? More beautiful than the poet, my love, the poem More beautiful than the kid's
toy, my love, his play and of all the words we utter, my love the most beautiful are those we never dare to say.
I fasten my seat-belt in your eyes jet ready to my wonderland take off carried away in your story telling lashes tossing my hope in your every blink so, what you think? which of your poisons should i drink? the sweetness of your to me, coming or better that of your-in my soul's ear- humming i would greet both in fact anything from you, my love to me is your beautiful
I close my eyes at your first class dimples flash lay at the side of your mind ocean splash How wonderful it is to fly in your Being-craft held tightly among the time clouds and the distance weather riding your mood swings like a feather tenderly resting upon the starry window of your soul. i wander more between the hairs and the core draining me sore in every way that is beautiful..
More beautiful than your smile in my eyes, In my ears, your sweet nothings and your flying kiss in the alphabetical air. More beautiful than your worldwide open arms, breaking life's laws of attraction into one, is my-feeling your every heartbeat in mine breeze to breeze and mind-hug to another More beautiful than your early morning shooting stars in a frame is your midnight arrival sun we claim More beautiful than your rising coming, your moonlight stay More beautiful than your rambling silence, my love, is that one line you wouldn't on my ears rose-bed, lay. More beautiful than my chronic sweet heartache in your presence is your acute healing absence more beautiful than your affirmative denial, is my submissive resistance more beautiful than the screams in your name is your name more beautiful than the flash bulbs at your face is your face more beautiful than the roses thrown at your feet is your feet more beautiful than the hearts beating in your arms are your arms and more beautiful than the tears you skip rolling on your cheeks are the ones you hide, behind a landing smile But what do i know, my love, beautiful is when i close my eyes and see what's most beautiful is but you in me and me believing myself in you, The deepest into the sky heart, Air Pocket.
Everyone says that they love you even i do! but i don't know what love is i dig in deep i don't sleep all day i wait for you and my nights wear sunlight only when you shine through in a word or two or even better, a shooting see-through see, i spent hours trying to decipher the hazy brand on your carelessly standing there, perfume bottle in a picture that was taken while you were not aware as i long to pick myself up of your stare and hysterically wondering, if i ever were... then i decide to stop so i helplessly ask in every tobacco shop for your deadly shot of Classics mercy since it's the only mouth you kiss all the time for an instant comfort and it takes your breath away i illiterately read into every urdu ghazal and Persian Prose for a sher that can find you just like you effortlessly found me then i fall flat may be you're not so much into that or into me i laugh louder then how important you make me feel! making me out your reel, real. all your words i steal to weave you a cloak of metaphors something for us to hide beneath when the eyes are but whips lashing our salty- wounds hearts i read Pessoa and dream of being your Ophilia and hold my empty notebook feeling like Milena as you Kafka me on with your eyes letters, in a Ghalib cup of wine or a khusro river drown sometimes when i pen you down i get to be Nin or Wolf that great and forgotten like a sappho stanza or a lethen River until i poetically shiver praying one day you will wear the Neruda cap and release your rose or topaz in a sonnet Inviting Rilke, Cioran, Porchia and beckett all of them come to laugh at me at my last dinner table of streams and i share them the toast of dreams along with a smile
I see you meeting people everyday they all take of your soul and i wonder, who gives you back to stay the way you are as whole? living in a sea of darkness wearing only starlight how do you manage your gracious super moonlight? when all they really want is your eclipse then i rest my case there is a reason why you're off the chase you're a Heart man made in love As i get back to my vanilla scented candles of hope i let the wax melt to burn my skin but i feel nothing strong hands i must have and a mellow heart that get burned with the tears that you don't shed unless they ask you to and clap in admiration once you do you also smile then, wiping them off like guilty sins and run to get purified in a laughing dirty joke breathing some nonsense air in a resuscitating smoke I envision you always in the places you hide pretending to be asleep drawing a happy smile as you weep or holding a book you don't entirely read talking to people you don't know perhaps they would give you back something you had lost riding your loud silence most of the time like who would care to listen but some million miles away, a crazy lover do! i can feel you chasing one word all night and surfing your mind's filmstrip for a dear scene your eyes replay, every time you blink how you let them believe what they think and mischievously get away with your comic strip banded head i find you in what can't be said in the life of the dead too long is my list but basically i have you in my mind's bed cover you with my childish thoughts and mumbling some rock&roll lullabies crossing my heart you would come that night for a beaming flash or a longer visit and i get to have my of you, refill everything beautiful i buy off your eyes and sell to the greedy time sheet so that i can remain sleepless and have your all swallowed to mine, in a sleeping pill.
You said that I can't hold you but i do! i feel your fire as i breathe you out of your black and my blue we touch in a flesh Whitman ballad and in between brackets, we cumming-ly, shiver And in every breath we madly kiss in a quarantine melodious hiss four times on the cheeks of distance and the lips of times. See, i can hold you in my words opened arms arousing letters and squeezing dots i hug your softest spots those you vulnerably, shade i hold of you what you renegade so that you explode in me with every wings splash, as free. You said that I can't have you but i do! in my heart possession in my verse's obsession and every furnished stanza is your love Home every literal brush every mumbling hush the homeless lines at your coming sheets, paint.
You wonder my love, How our souls met? well, it has all been set lifetimes before we even know they hold each others heart hands and your soul keeps mine tucked in they eat in our mind's life kitchen warm meals of hope and get drunk on our sweet tears wine they dress of our aromatic wardrobe one haunting scent at a sign in the day our souls wander to play rising your face in my Coffee steam and my voice to your forgotten dream Then at night they turn on the sky's light constellations of sighs your soul sings to mine the poems you only to the moon, Confide and they dance, your soul and mine, to the endless edge of love No beginning for us, darling, nor a termination and when it's time to rest your soul has in mine a nest i cuddle your soul's head in all the happy moments and chase the scary nightmares away never lost, our souls know the way in a world of our own we have for each other a Home where we grow only love and our souls moving in infatuation How can i lose you, my love? even if my time came it will all be the same and my soul will remain with yours in our eternal cohabitation.
You just pulled my mind's trigger! strange looking man made of fire Your face is of the timeless time Your clothes wear your smoking skin imperfectly perfect and when you rhyme, My heart goes for you in a whin my lifetime quest as i wonder how in your beautiful smell shall i linger we can retain the faces we see if we love them enough but how to hold on to a scent we are yet to remember? so i lean on my fantasies making you out of my wronging right seeing you off my blinded sight smashing all those Parisian Diptyque bottles they are useless without your flesh sweat and i throw my poetic bet May be you smell like oceans of metaphors and my sky high lines of hope Or may be your scent is but the gardens of pleasure i plant at your coming May be you scent of the memories we never made Yet we dearly sake-keep May be you smell like the letters you never to me handwrote or may be like the red roses on my birthday you never brought may be you smell like all those days we never spent or the nights we would kill to get back but we can't may be you smell like my solitude among people who see of me only what i show may be you scent of what you and i know, is true May be you smell like your hiding eyes behind the blue like your loudest silence hue like my wildest dreams of you like out of nothing at all, that love you do in a glimpse or a sway May be you scent of what you don't say of what you would if you may of whenever i playfully ask you to go, you stay may be you smell like your smile because you knew like that kiss you to my screaming being's crowd, flew May be you smell like your sadness that i can't fairly capture may be you smell like your bursting laughter at the exotic moisture, my lips screen sprinkle at your every new caption may be you just scent of my heart redemption at your virtuous confession curtain's sin may be you scent of your seductive stares the beautiful, your soul shares your children's hugs at your coming home every night may be you smell like your shadow's light Oh my endless plight so if i might i think it's alright to toss my words at your fragrant breeze and guess
I will have to keep using my poetic sense burning dots of linguistic incense in your scented delight So yes, it's alright may be i can shed you off my imagination's nose, wear your aromatic presence in a prose And Until we flesh meet, i will keep trying to invite your scent to my words wardrobe saving your smell off my verse clothing and sweating it along in an after making love smoking rings.
It's not your fault that i am trying to touch the moon and purify my soul in its light that when it stops calling my wolf heart starts howling that when i don't see you my moon, i feel like an orphan with a foster family of words that when i don't listen to your voice i get lost in the scary woods of despair wearing my red riding hood cloak of hope and fighting in your absence my solitude windmills i eat the poisoned apple of peace and die awake in every living nightmare without your prince face kiss a little more i ask the pink dragons of time to kill it mercilessly for me breathing fire into the moments that don't bring you to me, back i lose of my life, track i kafka the nights away and for the day, i lay ashore with Hemingway like the old one i become when you don't in my ears hum your elixir of youth It's not your fault that when you hide in your absence everything just fades away that the air turns into opened arms and the breeze is but an unkissed kiss that the silence shapes into a red petaled bathtub that i sink in head to toe i know you don't know but its no secret anymore my sunglassed eyes turn blind my whole time is on rewind to that moment when you are for my sight, the light i ramble in broken words stumble upon loneliness'sharpest swords bleeding a chronic wound of guilt.
Days run into nights moments stretch into hours time becomes a killer taking of my heart, its revenge it's not that you are not present because you are it's not even that you are absent because you aren't it's somewhere in between heaven and hell this place where the poets go when they take a leave shrouded with defeated hopes and an unpublished verse
What angry winds are holding you my moon? which sad cloud is hiding your face? tell me if another star had flirted with you tell me, so that i can tear the sky down! tell me if it's too dark out there that it frightened your heart? or if it became too much shining that your eyes had blurred tell me if it's too right or too wrong or if another bird, had heard your song but hide no more come and kiss my shore wave on to my sinking feet in the ocean deep of your darkness and my rising hurricane of uncertainty.
There was once a boy who walked upside down the soil kissed his hands and in the wind, his legs grew wings And there was also a girl who is made off his light every time he waves his hands her face sunshines at his feet, every night
Bare chest dripping in his mist like a mad alp, growing roses at his lava fall grip He smiles, And the land ice, melts He wears no skin brewing fires from within reciting His night's poetry on the flesh Held by the Northern lights of wonder as her midnight Sun in his eyes, rests He said, Bergs & cold, rainbows & ash Existing for longer than you can stay. The night brings a poetry of its own Using the tired words of a long day.
She replied, Birds wings unfold waterfalls in splash flying higher than you can sway the light sings the poet's moan Humming the tune of a wandering Sun ray
in verse they light talk and the universe their breathing, stalk feasting upon carnival of coincidences within their parade of illusions the lovers make to their love, all the love hiding beneath the silence of a tongue and rising upon the tower of every song the soulmates chirp in sound clouds and smile back in glimpses behind a glare
the upside down boy roams around her mind on a bike and spreads his arms to hold every random thought at her made of his light, feet from there, no words fuel needed only the power of their love light the black desert is still as vast and the time path still running, timelessly fast but the upside down boy and the girl made of his light had all they needed every single night lots of upside down love that keeps him rooted and keeps her bright whenever he's blue she comes for a hue riding her words rainbow and a poem she never published that he somehow, smilingly recites.
