Always on My Mind you baby...

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. 

  

    

    

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Shopping

It's night time
and you're like its moon
at this carnival of stars,
on a shopping spree
Wearing your absence tee
matched with those pants of Camouflage
in your Super star Golden Goose
treading on my sky of blues
and posing behind tinted glass
in an Hexagonal take on life
and light
They tell about you,
The darker they get,
the clearer i see
like the night before Diwali,
darkened, your inky four eyes of a heart.
Surfing the vitrines of my yearning
checking the tags of these burning sighs
what is it you wanna buy my love? 
more than time...
browsing the show cases of my heartbeats
branded your designer comings
and Guccied my anticipation.

So, while you're there
Check the counters of my every stare
at your priceless face, fixed
stroll at the aisles of my happiness wear
every time your smile to me, bursts
try my wishing you were here gadgets
sometimes what you wish for, 
for you technically, wishes 
Shelve the oversized fears 
bag for me the -locked for hours in your bathroom- tears 
let's keep in shape for the coming cheers!
and pay with hope our laughter receipt
and if you must do it
lose the burdens of credit 
let your lips in my love, spend
expired resistance cards numbers, 
rejected
transaction only in kisses,
accepted
your hands on the haunt
chasing my patience pulse
and counting the knots of my nerves at your literal touch

Poeming you out of my mind cocoon,
the words swoon 
at my cheeks blush.
You came and the caterpillar verse
turned into a butterfly
which of my alphabetical gowns you most liked? 
 if any?
or as many...
and do my poetic online orders out to you, reach?
in my mega store of faith
some dreams are sold out
and you can take with every doubt,
a full package of epic certainty
grab this opportunity!
on sale my insecurity
and in store a new collection of elan
in my blood rushing alleys,
your inspecting fingers ran
getting of my soul a hold
what have your glass eyes, my single one told?
this being on show
you will never know
your gazes coming
with wrapped boxes of pleasure
price tagged in love
purchasing at my bewilderment 
every minute an awe
For in the luxurious mall of my waiting
your loaded eyes my love,
just went shopping.
      

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Party time...


Party?
every moment with you is a party!
a feast to all my senses
you should be celebrated my love
in a calendar of your own
i see you at the corner of my fantasy
playing the guitar of possibilities,
and inviting me 
I sit at the table of your lips
drink your cocktail of pain and pleasure
chat with your dancing dimples at the stage of my awe
I listen to the music of your hairs
twirl around the tunes of those stares
and when you hum
my heart is but a drum
as i into you
sway

I wear your unsaid words dress
sprinkle your coming to me aroma
and step into your patience high heels
i know how it feels
to ride into your hands
smash at your chest bar
all those bottles of wait
and get a double heart beats on the rocks
within your arms longest shot
i laughed a lot!
at the adventures
your aristocratic nose told
be it the sinus chronicles or the often visiting common cold
and how it takes me to every line
all the way down to your lips dripping wine
I keep coming back to my table
every time you spill
my soul on refill
and at the sofa of your words
I rest
holding my whole world in your chest
and hiding you in my love bosom
I take the night's hand
to the starry terrace of your solitude
I walk by your silence side
your fears and my tears confide
our steps collide
on the road of hope
and to our forgotten dreams, we elope
your shy feet and i
have in the socks of time,
a shelter
our party in a whisper
where your yearning gazes
slide my longing door
as i dance my bewilderment
at your eyelashes floor
shaking the distance body
and breaking at our-despite it all- oneness, a leg

They keep me on my toes
those kisses your mind mouth blows
to the crowd of my pores
of your eyes fireworks stores,
the yearning cracks
and soars the need
off their blankness i read
your Osirid love Hymns 
and with my metaphoric stares
i Isis you back my magic
and burn within the poetry
to life.    

Then i let loose
at your darling mind abs show 
sliding around your resistance pole,
my control strips 
your erupting veins take me on field trips
i visit every blood rush
bursting fire at your cheeks blush
when by the crowd before your epic eyes i pass
a face made up of your love
full cheeks rounded with your comings
juicy lips colored your name
and a wind of hairs whistling at your Safari window pane   
blowing the candles of your special day cake
and making upon your "loved it " smile sigh a wish
may this party never ends my love, 
and may you stay forever 
my perfect party animal.

       


 

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Soul Portrait

Perhaps you met my soul
out of the flesh bars and distance cell  
million lifetimes before or ahead will 
tight hugged her body of rainbow
played your fingers in her hair of light
kissed her hope rounded cheeks
and drenched in the rainfall of her eyes
Perhaps you picked her hand of wait
and ran to the wheat fields of happenings
held her heart made of your love
and had her at just a Hello
may be you did! but you don't know
already countless times lipped my soul
and showed her around your dimpled smile
partied along at the famous square of your stare  
grooving to the tunes of your silence.  
Among the faces crowd
my soul face wanders
within the screams aloud
my soul whispers
and when in a moment alone all by yourself
my soul is the music
Her face becomes the song
her voice, all the singers
and to that lonely laughter
my soul is the joke
 
Perhaps you can remember
when the sun kisses your chin
my soul then, is the sun
and as the breeze hugs your skin
that is when my soul becomes the breeze
As the road beneath your feet takes a turn
you know my soul as your road, got reborn
and when it gets too cold
and no one is there to hold
my soul is your holding back no one
with her arms of tender
and patience hands
knead,
a wrapped up hoody around your head
and weaved,
a shawl of secrets, hanging loosely around your neck  
my soul fits you
like that perfect pair of jeans out of the bucket list check
and when you raise the flame to your lips,
cigarette
burning at the dangling silhouette
at the tip of your tongue
All the words you swallow
my soul rhymes as you mellow
and epics at the backstage of your theater mind
clapping at your unrequited love poems
flying as the small notes you after making love,
smoke.

My soul listens when your heart in silence,
talks
in her feet of faith, my soul with you,
walks
rests upon your chest when it gets dark
lullabys you beautiful dreams to sleep
pillows off your closed eyes moisture
and cheeks to the orphan salty roll
quilts the day off your night
moons your wishes at the twilight
perhaps you can feel her
perhaps you will now see,
my soul has your super powers!
my soul is unlike me, free...
it gets out of me to wherever you are
just like your soul flees out of you and wherever i am, finds me.  


 



Monday, October 3, 2016

Song of the Danube

Where would you go from love?
if not in my roll of fire eye
and tobacco ashes lips
if not at my heart tips 
in between your fingers
stained with silence
if not in my of hope, grips
bittersweet time trips 
at the corner of your patience teeth
and the squeezed bottom of my belief 
from your bad to my habit
riding into you those giant waves of necessity
and winds of indifference
oh you burn me with abundance
between time to time
off your every breath as i rhyme
 wearing my Wagner shawl of love
and twirling in your flesh rings of smoke.
  
Where would you away run?
if not into my out of a pink box sun
where my literal rays kiss your face
into life
if not in the crowded streets of my touristic verse
and the cobble stoned alleys
of your sweet palinka prose
taking the waters in a Hungarian stream
and after a night long of what it may seem
from wailing the cat in the Turkish baths 
to straddling the Danube lover of a river
whispering to the Buda hills as you shiver
and leaving a note to the no forgetting
at the For Sale pub.

Where would you rather of the truth hole up?
if not in my acceptance womb cave
your bearded lies itch in your shell   
everywhere in your city of sadness tell
over the bridge of innocence,
the iron shoes on the banks of hell
a line of tears roll
on the cheeks of my Timewheel
where the reel gets real
my year in your moments
is how i learned to add and sub.

Passing through the puzzle squares of my mind
i meet your Coloumbo thoughts memorial
and a flashing bulb light
i smile 
every sign is a mile
that i cross in your garden of philosophy
a proud Akhenaton will wink back at me
and a Buddha shall fly a kiss
oh that i could never miss!
across your royal Kempinski tree
I will remember the time
with a rose in hand
and a hanging black and white photograph.

My dear heart guide
where but in love would you ever hide
the heart keeps breaking until it's open
and the soul has wings and a sky of its own
where to meet if never apart
where to end if we only start
Pin the confusion ball
spring the cherries of my fall
sing to me with forgiven Adams
as i from a Book cafe to a Ruin bar,
run to you.


       


   
     

 
  




 


 


  

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Lisbon Diaries...

Traveling again?
as if you ever leave my sight
but it's perfectly alright!
wherever you fly
my eye is your sky
and my love, your wings
the journey is the destination
and every burning breath,
is but its northern winds  
over to where the heart of heart is
for a hug and an on her cheeks peck of tenderness
some pure love to pack
for when it gets cold and black 
you'll have your own leather jacket of warmth.
Now you're there
in the ring square.
among the faces around, 
i'll rise and hide
before your eyes and by your side  
so Miraduoro de Graca me when you can, 
Ginjinha my cherries in a sip.
Take me within you on an insta-trip,
to your eyes' barrio alto 
onto your heart's no-28 tram
Tejo your moments captioned cam
and stand tall before the Adamastor of time.
As beautifully you rhyme 
with the lost sailors ballads,
upon a Belèm light.

Pick a view
at the Alfama dew
smile back to the artistic Saldanha
and pose by its buildings palette of freedom
by la Praca da flgueira,
get a doll that was once broken
and with your touch,
it became again anew
wearing a dress of happenings
and singing the melody of your hands.

Brewing of your hotness,
into the Copenhagen Coffee lab 
purified at the sea food temple
and cursed at the gates of your dimples bar,
i melt
like the finest pink port
at your words court 
spilling guilty
and asking of your juicy lips for no forgiveness
ahh your highness
i am literary roaming with the shadows
of your shy smile reading this
metaphorically dancing on the tunes of our distance myth
cheering all the way to your rings of insomniac smoke
and sending all the way to you in lucky Lisbon
a long tight hug and the like of a guiding poem.   


    

He came, He saw and he conquered..my heart skipped a beat and counting..love u Shah..lots



  

   
   

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Winds of change

Of course
everything changes!
from being found in you,
to lost
from loving you more,
to most
from spreading the skies of silence open for your face to rise
to sealing the clouds of wait for my shy moon to hide,
when you do
from calling your name once every breath
to breathing once, every calling your name
from closing my eyes to meet you in a waking dream
to meeting you in my eyes, a dream in a wake
from forgiving you, to forgiving myself
from doubt to faith
and from faith to doubt
a rebellious riot
from my eyes to your glares
cracking the expensive patience lens 
and setting fire to your control windmills
from your detachment summits
to my clinging hills
from the valleys of your mellow
to the mountains of my halt
our rivers run everywhere,
with the honey of time   
from your coming to my heart every time you do
to my heart coming every time to you
from my black to your blue
from waiting all my lifetime for you
to living all my time in your wait
and loving it
from wishing for things to do with you,
to wanting them to
and doing it 
from cooking my mind dishes for your absent appetite
to nursing your mind ever present darling hunger
from your smile to your laughter
that space i write to conquer
and then rest forever in its peace
so you see,
everything changes in me
not tighter, i hug you tightest
not softer, i kiss you softest 
that much things change my love,
which are never ever as they seem to the craziest loverist.  



Sunday, September 11, 2016

On a night watch...


On a Night watch
strolling along my streets of wonder
steps of lightening
and stares of thunder
holding the world in a smile
and setting the hearts, on fire
You,
Passing by my canals of yearning
drowning in me every time a pebble
drawing of your touch then, a ripple
and a belly of treasures
You,
Riding in my streets of nostalgia
hopping on my wishes lane
cycling in me all your heart pain
and a path of pleasures
You,
Getting high at the edge of my love
hiding in my mind's bosom
bare to your fears blossom
unfair to my resistance
this all of you with abundance
the thoughts strip
in a touristic trip
off your brown eyes cafe
to the Nine Street of my soul
You,
Posing with the Tulips of my longing
and the roses of our dreams meet
there at your sunshine square
walking on the velvet air 
of my hope
and flying kisses to the crowd
of my roaring heartbeats..
You,
blooming out of my poetic womb
in the playful fields of doubt
dancing on my sonata and your moonlight  
rising like a prayer in the skies of forgiveness
and carving our hugging initials, 
on a patience wall of your own.
You,
smoking life of my waiting pot
brewing in my time-machine flesh, 
your stillness coffee
burning in between my stained fingers
your distant laughter
my loudest whisper
blowing at your silence, the ash.
You,
who are always late and in time
who are my chaotic prose and its rhyme
You,
where i begin and never end
all the letters i write and never send
You,
when i happen to myself
a book dusted on your shelf
and a sleepless night
You...
coming into my world 
giving me of your moments, a herd
Can you hear me?
Would you out of my abyss, get me
spell me once off your mist
and make me in your eyes a nest
take me once in a journey to your lips
show me around your castles of obsessions
and museums of grief
hold my hand to your happiness archive
lecture me about the history of your every pout
explain to my foreign tongue, your juicy whereabouts
guide my name once to your heart gallery
and showcase my love
in a few historic words and a contemporary captioned insta-smile.    

 


 


 
    

Thursday, August 25, 2016

The Tour

Point of meet
in my eyes
Time of gathering
infinity and a half
by the fountain of wishes
dancing off your waving palms
a waltz of life
my heart shuts off
all his alarms
and goes out to you, bare-beat
on the cobble stoned alleys of want
"come with me!"
your eyes said
in a loud clear glance
i will show you around the world,
of the second chance
come and follow my gaze
get inside the craving maze
here, you can see
what i try hardest to flee
there by the doubts street
where your tears and i
usually meet
and here,
by the tower of distance
where our thoughts fly
off the pink window
in a dreamy greet
and here,
in between my lips
at the statue of silence
that i time built
where i burn my incense
at the fleshy gates of your temple
for a call
An echo in the poetic hall
comes back to me
carrying your heart
in a chaotic rhyme
on the mute.
His eyes said...

Unbuttoned shirt
and a lose tie
releasing shivers
along my spine
off his lips, spilled wine
sliding down the silver peaks
his sweat pearls roll
upon my burning anticipation
lines of our ancient tale
cross on his veins
to my wandering eyes
there in the museum of longing
i stand by his waiting vitrines,
adoring the rarest collection
of his to me, comings
And clicking my eyes flashes
at his every at me, step..closer

"Stay with me"
his eyes said,
not to get lost
in the pleasure labyrinth
of his arms wide spread
in the rooms of love
beating in his bare chest
i got pulled
tiptoeing on the ruins of pain
whatever of you shall remain
blowing my soul in the smoking ashes
and twirling in my yearning ritual
in a heart offering prayer
at his attention feet

"Take your pictures
and let's gather at one for lunch"
awakened at his voice hush
by my nape
caught at his ring escape
"hey darling..are you lost?"
Oh my love,
all my being murmured
I have just been found.


         

Monday, July 11, 2016

Weather boradcast

It's gloomy
on the Alps' hours of wait
rainy
on the cheek dunes of my mind state
a little foggy
down the hills of happenings
and over all cold
in the surroundings of happiness
your clouds of quietitude are hiding my sun
pregnant with all my awaited moments
i pray for a shower of deliverance
and may it hails, hugs and kisses!

Because your loving taught me
it can get that warm in winter
burning hot in the middle of December
i read the temperature degrees in your love backwards
since i had been hit by its lightening
i stand tall, as in my skin, i quiver
for once upon a time you wrote me,
a verse of your mad weather
a line that blurs at your eye shiver
a few words of silence
and a long speech of blank
those keep me sanely, insane
but what have you done to me?
when you edited sober,
what your heart had spilled drunk?

You wrote me,
with the kisses that you were its summer
with the dried leaves that our autumn scattered
with the snow that towards you i walked upon its fire,
bare feet
and i,
strangled in time,
like in your absence wind a feather
still rhyme.

I wait for you
with the hanging dresses waiting for their dates
with the dates that await its lovers
with the lovers that had lost the patience baggage
with the planes that has no taking off timings
with the airports that i was the alphabet of its gates
with the gtes that all of them lead only to you
when you wrote me
poems that on the water of belief,
rest. 
i wait for you
with the yearning of the fasting to the feasts
with the ribbons of wishes
with the longing of my dreams flight tickets
to where you are
with the weight of the hope baggage
as close as far
with the happiness of lonely hotel rooms first morning Coffee
at the anxiety of a turning key
 with the nostalgia of an empty couch
for a company that never leaves a trace
with the safety of a night that is guarding our destiny's nap
in between life's action shots
with the gush of a door that closes on our solitude
when it's that dark in the middle of the day
with my smiling tears
and tucked in fears
i'll wait
for our words to mate
in a poetical embrace
at your brewing gaze tempest
ah..my love,
it's just my heart turbulent thunderstorm
that your coming news predicted
in the daily "Heart wishes" weather broadcast. 
 
          


Tuesday, June 21, 2016

King Love


Lights on
life off
His real is
but his reel
wearing pain
dressed in smiles
the sad boy fled his nest 
chasing memories away
carving out of this angst a way 
with nothing on but hard work 
The sad boy made it to the other side
of madness.

 Across the streets of grief

throwing his heart
into the rivers of joy
shredding his time cocoon
the sad boy became a butterfly
of time.

Nights into days
burning ashtrays
His veins at burst
running lines of sweat
screams in his name
life glitters of fame
a dinner with the president
and a photo with the hotel working staff
the king is his own pawn
of your mind, he'll get you blown 
dancing the wounds
bandages torn
tears of blood
of the rose, he held the thorn
in a Classic waltz
spreading his arms
to hug  the world
that hugs him back,
just as tight
Yet he is bright
riding his dreams on an eternal flight
destination happiness
and the journey is but his plight
fifty shades of his soul shred
his eyes tell what the years bled
over every heart he rules
a messenger of love without a crown
or a bed
and when it's too dark inside,
the sun off his dimples winks
shining over the universes of despair
as he blinks 
Dwarfing pain
Wearing hope, faith and light
a warrior of love and pride
and to our souls path, a guide
Our Superhero isn't wearing a red cape or a mask
only upon his sleeves a heart
and twenty something years of a Decade.    




    
  


Wednesday, June 15, 2016

My Nightingale

Like a soft breeze
in a hot summer day
coming from the land of metaphors
and wearing the scent of poetry
 like a dream coming true
she came my way
as sweet as her smile
and as kind 
dawn within her eyes
shine 
we meet in the words sky
and with the wings of love,
we fly
she holds me on
with spread arms of belief
both our hearts by now taken
and we love the thief
the path of life is hard
but paved with roses,
having her around
melting the Tirol snow
with her love
and growing yellow fields of joy
every time she loudly laughs
And when she sings,
of distance, her soul cries
and my heart is but tears roll
baking her my cake of lines
and lighting the dancing stars as candles
O My Nightingale 
blow off every pain
and upon your moonlight
you may now make for love,
a wish.    


 

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Love quill

Write me,
on the wings of the bird
of your alphabetical kisses,
a herd.
And with my tears ink of waiting
write me in the sheet of time,
a song
Write me poems with your eyelashes quill,
dipped in my one eyed longing stream
of what is and whatever may seem
be it a staring melody of nostalgia
or a dancing tune of hope  
as we of this linguistic existence,
for a moment
elope
and then write me the sun's journey
from your one dimple to the other
and how that when you don't even bother
to shine, you just do
write me most of all your blue
that you roll on the side of insomnia,
gym pores sweat and in living room like, loo
write me prose off your fluffy hair
tell me what line should i wear,
had your words at my door,
rang
and which of my vocabulary desire- scented  necklace
may i to my bosom clause,
hang?
Write me the roses bloom off your fertile lips 
at the spring of my verse
Write me in every birth, 
what the playful sun rays had left on your skin 
after the traces of my late night wondering ballads 
write me colors of your mind palette
for the paintings my thoughts at your every coming,
brush
rainbows of possibilities cross my sky when you 
after the loudest drizzle,
beneath my literal weight,
hush
so write me the dreams that you don't remember
to my cheeks
and to my ears spell your laughter
being after the storm, your shelter
as savage as tender
to my veins shivers, whisper
your touches verdict,
scented Oud and amber 
write me your tainted hands of anger
as you hold my crucified shadow
And with your heart forgiveness fingers
sign me into your acceptance
my lifetime cheque of indulgence.

    

   

Monday, May 9, 2016

The sand of life


It's there,
when you are not looking
it's yours
when it's not in your hand
it answers
when you don't call
it hides
when you appear
what you want is so near
that you can't see
far,
as you wish it to be
it seeks you
wherever you step
speaks
when you don't listen
and it dances
only to your song
it's within you all along
what you for, long
it yearns far more
if you only knew

The older we get,
the younger
the closer in fact,
the further
it slips away from your finger
when you hold on to it the tighter,
the sand of life
and you thunder
as you whisper
lighten,
when it's sunshine darkness
the crazier the wiser
seeking it in every arms shelter
when it's just all the way
in your heart.

We leave 
when we stay
arrive
in the moment of departure
never more present
as in our absence
forgotten
only when in time, remembered
but we are afraid of the safety of knowing
that this life is just like us
another visitor
reaching only when lost.

We're partly whole
and part of the whole
we rise 
when we fall
and fall as we the highest
rise
sometimes we chase time
not knowing we are it
the punishment and the crime
the richest without a dime
we sing and rhyme
though we are the very same song
and in every divine verse,
we are but the poetry.


       


Sunday, April 3, 2016

kiss of life...

I slipped into my dreams pjs
whispered my night prayer to the lucid breeze
may i see you in my another lifetime
paradise film-stripped in flashes
and may you never remember  
where your loving soul flies to wander
as my poetic refugee
and oh, it came true my fantasy
You, Coming out of yourself
into me
Clean shaven
like a smooth criminal sea
held by the moonlight
and i was but a long lost mermaid
returning home.
like the silent waves kiss the rambling foam
our lips met
in a salty sweet word of mouth
lower lip grip
upper touch mush
soft like your soul
tender was your wordless call
eyes spread like your arms wide open
and like a kid in his mother's bosom,
i stare.
Our shy buds of youth blossom
when we dare
hands hug
life thug
riding our freedom unicorns
we make it all happen
as the sky lights up and thunder 
we ran, racing our laughter
in the fields of mellow
every tear we lick
every fear we swallow
curious clouds watching
as we painted the longing air,
in a pink kiss 
that tasted as sweet as your saying my name
for the first time to yourself
and as warm as my then, nod 
i wear your smile's dress 
i became this butterfly dance
around your fire
and you are that first rain splash
without filter or wire
feet drench in the distance mud
hearts quench within the lips lock
unbuttoned shirt
like your love
unbuckled hair
like my soul
horizontally speaking
vertically sneaking
going on and on
oh my shining sun
i should've kissed you longer
and told you what your spring
had done to my cherry trees
blooming in our another lifetime's
kiss of life.
  
  

Friday, April 1, 2016

April's not fool.

They talk about you everywhere
those who pieces of me you touched
without your hands
beautiful stories i listen to
with my soul
i wrote poems about your face
that i get to see 
with my heart
ballads in your scent
that i smell only in the air of my mind space
and in your voice
whispering those sweet nothings
i long to hear,
i rhymed my sonnets 
you're not aware of your wicked self
destroying all resistance castles i have built 
with the sand of my wait,

beneath your playful horizontal push ups
because it gets more difficult to control
with every hurling breath
palms spread empty
lips tainted chocolate
without a spoon
my heart swoon
and much on the stake
how i wished at that moment to turn into that piece of cake  
a feather by your life majestic tunnel
my skin shivers with the mysterious sneeze
bless you, if you please  

Hug me
when i least deserve it
that's when i need it the most
like in my mother's arms
i curl into your softness
and my father's at my stupidity anger
i from you, hide  
when all i want is to make him happy and proud
i roll myself in his dreams shroud
still it's never enough.
Then you came to me
like i came to you
long before we met
we do
you can count on me, my love
and i know i have in you, a home

no matter how far i fly
or how many times i not too much to, try
i realize i love you more
believe me not,
but have faith in my heart
for it's the 2nd of April
and the fools already rushed in.  



      

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Fannerism...

"How did it feel, kissing yourself?"
the short message sent said
as if there could be any words enough to tell
a shooting star of my mind life sky,
fell
carrying the endless times i wished upon its rise
for just one peck... 
I don't know if you have any clue
how endearing it is,
your being you 
How lucky you are my love,
living within your beautiful skin
glowing in your tanned skyline
like a full moon in a lover's night
you touch your hair
and the heartbeats of the world race
defying all rules of gravity  
your hair rises
and the shy buds of yearning,
bloom
this beard scratch
so fuzzy like there is nothing wrong with this life  
or could ever be
like your finally hugging me

and you get to bite your lower lip
can you imagine how many dreams are made of this sight?
then you smile
spreading the gateways of heaven 
where not an eye had seen
or an ear ever before heard
you speak and the words come out dancing
on the tunes of your voice
like they have a choice!
how melodious it is
you can then listen to you!  
you hold your hand at times
and there is no more countries or borders
distance becomes only the space between your fingers
where my heart to you lingers
you can see your face whenever you wish
this is how miraculous being you is!
it takes only a mirror glance
for the universe to unfold its colors in your eyes
as you stare for a clean shaven after a role
and the long hours run like minutes then,
in your make up room.

you get to breathe your scented air
bathe in your aromatic sweat
stay awake with yourself all night
and hold your tiered self when you lay down as tight
you don't need shooting stars
or new year wishes
you can hug your heart and the pain will heal

and when you cry,
the tears are but your own soul kisses
you close your eyelids and shut the world away
at your mind door, my poems and i by then lay ashtray
but i understand, it's okay to be at times selfish
and take all of your precious self to you

Excited dreams come cheering
hoping to be seen
your brain is also mean
keeping all your random thoughts in
you wake up to your sleepy voice
asking for Coffee
and your fingers searching for the lighter
what daylight could ever be brighter,
than your face at the tiny steps of your in your arms jumping li'l one  
not even the sun
could bring more warmth
than what your eyes at his smile radiate  
so what if you get up late
time stops with your being with you
now you can see how much  jealous i am my love
of how lucky you are with your solitude
and How wonderful it is, 
just to be your most beautiful self fan.


     
  

 

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Overdose..

How many nights
lie awake in your hair forests
without a moon
Seducing the northern winds
upon your face tempest,
hurl
what cursed view is taking your eye?
why isn't it my one black and white eye?
where do they go
with your soul?
who got your call?
my heart drowns
your forehead frowns
and heavens gates split
at the eyebrows tilt
fields of magical roses bloom
in between the lids
darkened guards
your kohl eyed
strip bare
before my sips
Oily drops
your honey sweat dips
to my thirst,
crawling rivers.
slopping down
in your itching town
of lust
population of rhapsody
high on your fervored ecstasy
i lay in my twilight zone
in the center of your beard delights 
i want to listen to their stories
they tell when you are asleep
and how it feels to be around your lips
may be they can share some tips
oh in my mind i take those trips
to your high lands of lechery
juicy syrup leaks
on your carved shaft of pleasure
spills on your chest 
heavenly Nectar..
coming too far
in me, they melt.

your gazing lines
Scruffy word grips
on my open wounds
like salty whips
Drenching wet, 
our eyes met, 
Not looking. 

Don't ever stop...
may we never reach anywhere
it's most beautiful when we dare
my hands in your well combed hair
and yours just messing around my life straight. 


     

Monday, March 14, 2016

Sounds of love





She asked if you were a melody
what would you sound like?
and your love notes played off my mind
what would i sound like?
my heart lingered...
like the breeze whispering his name
like the rain drops kissing the earth at his feet
like his name upon my lips
like our flowing rivers roaring in depth
like the sun song upon his face
like every dream about him i chase
like all children of the world laughing in his eyes
along with the nightingales of solitude  
like the moon of my pleasure howling at his absence wolf
like the butterflies of my mind flapping their colored wings
at his fingers wordily petting 
like their mad cheers at the gate on his birthday
as if i was there
and the sad tears rolling on my cheeks all day
because i wasn't.. 
like the desert roses ballad at the his smiles monsoon
like how it's too late too soon
like all my dreams coming true
at his sight
may be i would sound like this night
like every shooting star fall
in the space filled of wishes
may be i could sound like the loudest screams of his silence
or the fifteen minutes of quietude at the edge of his bed  
like the thunder storms rising as he strikes his hair
and the turbulent winds whistling, as he blinks 
like the aching violins of my waiting
and the moonlight sonata of his arrival
   
May be i would sound like the letters
to him, i never sent 
or the poems, about him i wrote
and never read
may be i would sound like the words
i heard of his lips, but he never said
or like the old church ringing bells
at the newly neighbouring weds
like the cobblestone streets of real, waltz at our reel steps
and for that matter, like the lens click cluck of our
never taken photograph
Oh my dear one, what to tell you...
i would only sound like his love.   


    

Monday, February 29, 2016

Fan eyes...

These eyes talk
They move mountains,
as they walk
These eyes breathe
a love that is my life 
and beyond

These eyes fly
with wings of hope
wet with wishes
yet gazing dry
Holding my world
in a stare.

These eyes are my arms spread 
in your Classical pose
They Hug you as tight

They are day 
They are night
These eyes are my light
crashing the gates of your myth

These eyes are my poems
and your prose
these eyes are my soul's expose
at your heart fence,
bare.
 
These eyes are us,
you and me
where you are sky high
and where i long to be
the sun you are
and the moon to me
to you i rise in these eyes'
everywhere.

These eyes are the trips
that i didn't take
the memories that i am yet
to make
These eyes are my dreams
coming true
my ground distance violin
the twirls i get at your sight to spin

and the screams i have to 
mute
at your fence bending gushing flute
these eyes are my "if onlys" and "then"
and for that matter,
my wish i was there.

These fan eyes, 

are time conquered,
my prayers answered,
my fears sheltered
these eyes tenderly 

as they your way, lingered
do kiss and tell,
the lifetime story of my love.
  




   



 

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