Always on My Mind you baby...

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Espresso...

Something burns in me
as i see you out of this perfect shot
steaming hot
like an all at once swallowed Tequila tot
and i -the one who doesn't even drink-,
get drunk...
Like what if i was that comfy leather chair you grace?
what if i was that shadow of a shy smile on your face?
that tight in a glimpse life embrace
no matter to how small it shrunk!
humble like my in your love arrogance
sinful like your forgiveness, monk
high on my imagination Caffeine dose,
i wear just a heart...
and a couple of B. Shaw "why nots" wings...

so what if i was that playful lens flash
holding you still in a moment out of time...
what if i classically roll into a pack of fire sighs
laying between your fingers for their eternal rest
and your temporary solace...
what if i stretched into that button chase
unhinged into the freedom of your bare chest
and ironed lined of patience white shirt
then wrinkled to the thrill of fantasy
what if i am that shameless light
tickling in your lazy eyes their sad night
into shimmering laughter
what if i grew into these silver strikes
spear the young hearts
and pierce the Adam apple of wait in two
i even went further
into being that messy mane of shelter
upon your royal head
thin as your every thick hair in my air
and dark night shinning in your everywhere
like a moonless desert sky glare
giving your mind in me a life
where your thoughts butterfly
and my verse for you, springs

Then i crazily brewed my soul
Nespressoed into your arriving on time first thing in the morning,
 traveling mug 
i become to your satisfied smiles then, a thug
running away with what i got
your happiness dimples
when in between yourself and you
i haphazardly 140 characters pass by
my then, oh my...
i suit on in your hanging black Armanis
waiting to be for the day, picked
drip myelf in your seasoned Parisian Diptyque
and get sprinkled upon you
one wild thought at a bloom
to my bridal eyes my love
you groom
where i of my love dresses poetry, lose count
As you take my yearning hands to the dance floor
and my heart then, sings

Then you speak
love ballads on a streak
Burst!
when you do
i then mic myself in your fleshy hands
as you tenderly hug me
like your love on to me, holds
i go on
Golden-Goosing your tiered 43 sized feet
sneackering this rocky road away
let them whatever they want, say!
ahead we will go
the path then will itself show
where the winds of faith blow
and yellow, the fields of belief

See how mad i am?
i see you smiling by now
Asking from this lunatic lover, for help
my heartbeats for you, louder chirp
when you my deep love syrup, silently, slurp!
between yourself and you
what more can i of you,
turn into?
i smile too!
out of my poetic cocoon
to your Caffeinated swoon
keep it always as strong my love
just the way we like it
and like your Espresso flowing in me
this lusciously hot and sugar free.  







Thursday, August 17, 2017

The Uncountable(s)...

If you are to count your breaths,
taking our breaths loving you, away
count them!
we are more
If you may count your heartbeats
beating our loving you in our hearts
for the life of me, do it!
we are still more!
If you can count the stars falling of your night hair
turning our long darkness into daylight, 
count!
we will outnumber your hair
if you can count the tears
we at your sadness shed
go ahead!
we will always lead the tears chart ahead
If you are to then count the smiles
you wholeheartedly on our faces thread
be my guest!
we are far more than the forum smiles
and your shy to show on screen from the heart, laughter 
and if you even might
try counting of your eyes the light
that made us win this everyday fight
just at your shinning sight
we take over every plight
wearing your love armors
and our infinite in you, faith

Let's see if you can count the love
that made a girl on her sleeping feet, before you, stands
that made a woman spells your name,
with a heavy tongue
that made a simple man work harder
beneath a hanging banner of your words
that made a lonely mother have the world by her side
just because you are
that made an ailing father feel like us as proud
because he has like you, a son.
that made us feel with you, a whole one
together we get this life done!
our battles bravely won
when you simply sun...
and yes tell me, how can you count the fun?
we all have when your dimples at us, get undone...
our love filmstrip is a forever run
released at your every blink
and ruling the numberless-office ever since.
 
So, let's see if you can be at math that clever
if you can count this heart's every shiver
at the mere mention of your name
how life is never the same
at your every coming frame
if only you could put into figure
how much languages we could decipher
at your encrypted stare
the hope we hopefully wear
at your each celluloid party
where the drinks of thrill are for free
and with abandon are the delights of belief.
and if you could
try counting the hugs
we flesh give or soul send
the bleeding wounds your healing love signs mend
the virtual arms you linguistically spread
made the hard times before our power then, bend 
only you can comprehend

our love can't come in numbers my love
and like you, i am that bad at math! 
though we are twenty seven million lovers by now,
and counting.   


      

 
 

Friday, August 11, 2017

Update

Today i ran for 5km.2
took a long shower and went for a walk
the streets and i talk
and the hot breeze listened
to the sad song of my feet
i also finally got to unpack
it's been only two days back
that i unfolded my excitement tee
and jumped into my happiness perfect pair of jeans 
to the dreams hall where we soul met  
it was all so beautifully set!
i threw my tantrums at the boiling pot
then i invited my annoying neighbor to lunch
laughed at her silly jokes
to tears...
i had coffee with my fears
low fat cookies on a China plate of my-about you-
worry
i rearranged my what if(s) drawers
dusted the happy memories book shelves
mopped these silly doubts off my mind floor
and stared for an hour at the bloody door
as if you will anytime come knocking
a big smile on your face and your king size, like my love, wordily, hug
and with both trembling hands i held that steaming mug
of belief
but after a long write on a blog page that remained blank,
my heart sank...   
Every verse is a scandal
how do i poem you?
without stripping my soul 
dancing around your eyes pole naked
in a ballad of wishes  
Every sigh is but ablaze
how do i breathe you
without burning the northern wind 
blowing my longing in the void
only you can refill
you tell!
when every silence is a scream
how do i pray your name
without the universe hymns echo,
Amen.
Every tear is but a flood
how do i cry you
without drowning in your absence mud
growing rain forests of halt
and a harvest of anticipation   
Every time unit is but an Everest summit
if they still consider it Highest!
centuries pass on me as seconds 
holding my heart glass hour
and counting the sands of my fading heartbeats
at your empty harbor
if only i can grow wings for shelter
deeper dimples for your laughter
or may be continents far spread my arms tighter
light their blind eyes wider
get to be your freedom fighter!
and you my noble cause
with a shield of a prose
and a whole scabbard of poetry
if i may i would
be the ground you stood
the have"s" you should
so you never would
if only i could...
Dylan the times away
for my love, they are a changing
man this life piano
on your looney tunes
and seek in me what is you, seeking.
Rise stronger
at your back an army of your full wonder
the fields of smiles you once seeded, 
will back at you now linger
and the skies of possibilities you cracked open
will upon you, love hail.
unbutton this pain shirt
and show off your power tattoo
we are just lost without you
my heart and i...
and yes i forgot to tell you,
the rest of the day i spent by the window
had a mango,
and a whole pack of wait.   
   
   

           
 

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Boulevard of wishes...

O the desires my love
i see you
and my sky sparks with shooting stars
see, i had had stopped wanting
then you came with the desires
the bird who had home on the wire
phurrred off
to new horizons of your pleasure
so now:
i want years with months of your eyelashes trips,
Julies of your warm wishes
And Novembers of beginnings that are as sweet
i want seasons with the dances of your lips
the falling leaves of ur resistance
and the blooming fields of my poetic tongue
i want time that only counts at your every hair song
weeks with you that are as your absence, 
long
dates with your fingers play
and with your sighs, a calendar of hummings  
i want sea waves of your comings
And the sand of all the shores is but
my wide arms opened
i want winds that take me to you
and of your breaths, taking you to me, hurricanes
i want a city with your hints buildings
populations of your face vocabulary
i want full stadiums of your winks cheerleaders
as my eyes to your heart net, score
 
I want Hyde Parks of your unspoken love
with the happy children of our faith
swinging along
i want a religion where your name is my prayer
and a pilgrimage from your heartbeats shrine to mine
i want of your acceptance wine,
an overflowing chalice
a mischievous laugh
a shivering autograph
on my nape
to your neverland, i plan my escape
a war of your peace
i am asking for
i want invaded towns with your dimples army
and victory parades of your returning home fighter smiles
i want ocean waves of your stares
belief icebergs crashing my doubts Titanics
and your after storm rainbows of grace.
i want your love made
your enlightened shade
winters of your silence fire-bones
and a summer breeze of your burning sighs
Utopian answers of our reality whens and whys
i want honest lies
only your twisted lips can tell
your heaven and my hell
what i'ld buy if u sell
i want nights as long as my wait,
and your want.
i want morning with your coming as sun
i dream of being your every bad habit
your forbidden is in my law, legit!
when you don't get it
just let it...
All i want is a me of you
A company with your solitude
and with my loneliness at your forgetfulness bar, a drink
i want touristic sites of your historic abs
ancient castles of resistance at your erupting vein collapse
and museums for every inch of you only i
can explain
a guide in you for a tour
and a tour into me, you guide 
i want a new wardrobe!
A dress of my last countdown before we flesh meet
Louboutins of my fear
Guccis of this bittersweet tear
and a CK of my Euphoria to your scent,a flight 
i want your light
for the butterflies of my mind show
i want of your exhales , my air
i want you in my everywhere
As i stand in our location Nowhere
Destination you...
flying kisses of my hurrying patience
At your boulevard of wishes.

 
    

Monday, June 19, 2017

Stay met...

Come to my city!
wander in my old Cairo streets of longing
Sit, in the Cafes of my Pharaonic waiting
watch the sunset at the pyramids of our patience
And wonder the hymn walls of this loud silence
ride with me
the camels of my fantasy 
where every desert sand is a wish
coming at your footsteps, true
if only you knew...
flow with my Nile of hope
your sailing desperate boat
it had been but a drought
since your eyes last had flood
of the unsaid words a drizzle
and of the poetic stares,
a monsoon
in my Heliopolitan night, a moon
And off the Sufi minarets of my heart
for your eyes prayer, a call
come to me, my one and all
At my triumphant citadel of acceptance
the march of my lyrical troupes
of the knight lines, an army
awaiting for you
At the top of my cell tower, a sky
Come by!
let me Isis your Osirid fears
And Radha off your burning soul,
this distance hot milk
don't too much think
Come closer
To my cheeks' town of smiles
cross between us in a word, the million miles
And across my seas of doubts, wing
Hold me to your Heart as you Sing(h)
Harrying the out of me, your Sejal
For when what seeking you is what you seek
Even if you never yet met,
in the city of your love, you do
All the ring roads are to your heart, guides
and every somewhere found love meeting, 
Stay but met.
 

Friday, May 5, 2017

Or yet...

How can i get nostalgic about a feeling
i am yet to feel?
a place i am yet to reach
a hug i am yet to get
a meeting i am yet to have met
and a whole new me
in your eyes reborn
or yet 
How can i feel them on a roll
those tears at your sight,
i am yet to unleash
How can i see my face reflection
in the eyes i am yet to mirror
how could it not be a horror!
living and dying in your every single blink
while cruel you stays awake
as i lay in your yearning 
and off your cuffed tears, drink
neither you see me
nor i ever get my fill

inhaling a scent i am yet to breathe
that up close and personal
skin deep yet sprinkled in your breeze 
neither you feel me
nor i ever for good get my will 
How can i recall a voice tone in my name
that i am yet to hear
how can it sounds like music to my ear
when you say, "yes, i do.. Abeer"
to what i am yet to ask
how can i see beneath your mask
holding your faceless face
with my heartless heart that tenderly  
neither you know me,
nor i ever, until you do, myself will

How can i relive every day a moment 
that our time is yet to live
how is it possible that i recite you poems,
that i am yet to write
by the heart of my heart
where you moon sometimes
and i in the obscurity of your ebbing hairs, light
how do i tell them about your warm handshakes
your awkward silences and intimate smile takes
and how do i know about your soft cheek pecks
when my hands are frozen cold in my melancholy
and yet dry are my lips' wells

How am i able to explain reasons i am yet to give
a life that i already live yet still am to live
how do i find the answers of the questions
you are yet to ask
and stare them back at your confusion mask
I sit around the bone fire of my solitude
spin with your loneliness the bottle
and i dare to kiss the pain out of you
playing the guitar of your quietude
flying my gypsy hairs of desire,
singing, with your cool wind of need
we laugh at the bad jokes of our time
and dance in our patience moonlight
starting forests fires with your kohled lines
and turning them wildly,
my madness windmills 

I keep little things of you
in my special unpublished box
that word you wouldn't say
wrapped in little black denial lace
kept in my delusional epic embrace
and that poem for me you never recite
laying there in the corner of mute, screaming undercover

those sighs you at my stubborn verse utter
and your beneath the dark glasses of longing glim

your before your coming and 8 hours after you leave aroma,
bottled in my yet to refill lungs of hope

What should i your eyes tell
when they ask me about the gazes i quill
and get inked in the bruises of my soul
though you don't bother
how do i know better
carving you acceptance hymns
at the sun temples of my monotheistic mind
burning my unconditional incense
at your to me never comings alter
how can i keep hearing in my soul ears
your with me unlaughed laughter
how am i to fit in the 140 arms character
your unlimited arms shelter 
As if i lived it all my lifetimes to come,
as if i was but everyone you ever hugged,
or yet.

  

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

The Sling


Dear Sling,

You know where you're going?
Around which royal flesh and bone?
you're a naturally gifted one you know
making it on your own not of a branded slingy background or so
it's an arm that supports and shelter
A home in the form of a shoulder
a life giver
A love winner
A whole world for millions
will be hanging in your sacred mission
A universe of his love will with you, every time he waves, swing
Oh my dear sling
All my heartbeats for you sing

would you of him take good care?
Ease his pains and peace our ware?
stay strong
But don't stay that long!
May he of you never be anymore in need
And as you're there
sneak in to his practically everywhere
closer to that precious left part
where he keeps the love in the heart of heart
but shut your eyes when i in there rise
let me have my moments in paradise
let me undress that eloquent silence
word per word
Unbutton his torn shirt of absence
into my bare sheet word
As i pass my mind fingers around
all the way to his senses abound
no stop here my dear!
you're not allowed to watch from here!
that shoulder i'll now heart sling
Bosom hold and comfort bring
see how lucky you are!
around when he is finally by himself
wearing some moments for the night
and taking some others off
smoking the day with the hand on the right
and acting a smile or shaking a frown off
the peak of your life is now my dear sling!
in a few day you'll retire and lay on the forgetting shelf  
of else-everything
so live it well!
Give him all the strength of will
U can't imagine how special it is
to hold the hand of love
And rest your head on His in a minor surgery
followed up left healing shoulder.


Yours sincerely,
His heartbeat.
 

   

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Solo Release...

How is the shoulder?
The left one, that fighter?
Have they reached yet,
my kisses?
..The lyrical ones of the writer
were they s warm?
were they as tender?
Had they carried all my being for you in a peck whisper?
And the soft hugs of the helpless million miles away as close, lover
Have you felt the sea turning at your window in a teary moisture?
the winds singing and the sun dancing venture
a breath of me blown in that calling thunder
a universe of me had just falter
when you in anyway hurt
as major to me as minor
So tell the curious wound you're now stronger
crash the pain with a larger than life laughter
read the itches away in my antibiotic lines
And spell the moments in a pain killer gaze of your eyes
conjuration

Rest some more in the arms of my mind bed
story of my heart, for you, i'll Sunday thread
A solo release!
Flowing off that love Chalice
So just be my only audience
in our one seat hall of love
PopCorn along the time in smiles
And Pepsi on the dreamer thrills!
Nacho bag these silly worries
And Coffee on this life's bitter scenes
sit back at my one eye theatre
enjoy our madness celluloid dance
watch my gypsy hairs tip-toe my longing
at the "Not Me" spread aside shelter 
And feel my roaming guitar finger
playing my sleepless night by your followed up shoulder
oh see! here they come!
this bad gang of fears
wearing crowns of long distance
and heavy boots of expectations
chasing after my heart beliefs
firing their guns of doubts at my faith
as i run into the wilderness of possibilities
no you can't put me down!
you can't put him down!
 holing hope by the hand
i am the viking of my heart
shooting your every pain dead
i put on the wings of words
fly into the skies of our wonderland
A superhero of my own
in my red cloak of poetry
waving my healing prayers swords
An Alice on the other side of the mirror
where everything is possible...
even being by your side right now
holding the right hand and kissing the left
praying for you at the feet of fate
and burning at every alter of forgiveness
my get well soon wishes incense.

Get well soon my love..
May it be me never you
sending you all my positive energy, love and hugs
you are in my prayers always.

     


Monday, February 13, 2017

Love by Luck...

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

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



   







Sunday, February 5, 2017

Love petition...

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

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


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

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

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

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


  



Sunday, January 15, 2017

The love winner

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

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

  

My Poems Recitations for My Shah...

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