Always on My Mind you baby...

Thursday, November 28, 2019

Meet The lady...

Meet the lady...
will ya?
that one with the words,
falling off her eyes
like shooting stars...
with the verse dripping off her velvet skin,
like pearls of sweat
After a heavy heart intense workout...
squatting the pain with the dumbbells of time
crunching all her silly expectations 
lounging this distance away
and drenching all this anger 
in her every tear fall dead-lift.
Would you meet the lady...
please...
that speaks but your name language
like the softest breeze...
and grammers but the complete sentences 
of your every glance?
would you give her a chance?
she who punctuates but in your lips shy bites
and days only when its your lonely long nights
suffixes but your initials footsteps...
and rephrases but in your tango dimples dance...
writes with your fleshy fingertips
wandering around her mind body
like a thai relief master
she who recites poems of your laughter
and rhymes million sonata in your each blink
couplets every time your hands fly with a drink
she who Saxton(s) her longing to your every still
and Nin(s) the yearning to everyring of smoke you drill...
she who lyrics but the melody of your comings
and hymns but your silent smiling screams
she who may or seems...
she who plays the distance mandolin
and tip-toes upon the glass floor of time...
would you please...
meet the lady of the fragrance breeze?
the one with growing gardens of your soul in her every stare...
and floods of your glared tears flowing in her bosom Nile...
just for a lifetime while...
enough to hold her heart again whole...
enough to bring all those who before it's ever enough...
left...
and enough to bring her into herself heart...back. 
meet the lady
you can't until date say her name
out loud...
the lady who is wearing your existence scent around
the lady who calls you in her every sleep
for a meeting...
a lifetime enough, 
per dream. 

        

Friday, November 1, 2019

Uber facts



They say 
Two tablespoons of honey
would be enough to fuel a bee’s entire flight around the world.
that is a fact!
Two words of your fluent eyes
would be enough to fuel my entire journey
into the stammering oceans of confusion
to blow some fire into this dear life
all i need is your strong hands
to tear those heavy clouds apart
and crash the moon walls of doubts.
There are olived honey countries that call me
in your eyes
and in between your fluffy night hairs
rise million suns and set
the wildest tempest
off your dancing eyelashes,
hurl
Where are they all hiding?
those butterflies of your mind
if not in my verse
and where do they all go
those of mine who visit you
if not in yours
your silence pours
and i am but words on a drought.
everyday to me is your special day
to you, i am on my way 
see, i applied for a visa at your lips office
a long pause sigh they gave me
and a stare of lament
oh what at your heavens gate did i miss?
come closer darling
...then a breath
then i got my approved for lifetimes kiss
now all i need is a ticket
off your waving hands i pick it
booking at your veins my flight
my seat, by the window of your heart
we don't when we take off, depart
my love,
the closest we get is when as if apart
i had a good flight!
your loud beats hostess kept me warm
in a blanket of your longing
and of your -at my sight every time blood rush,
a pillow
your heavy clouds of patience cradled my fears
and off my waiting cheeks, i wept your rain. 
then i landed at your arms airport
received by the glad biceps
and tightly taken to the sultry abs most welcomed hall
in a hug that is of what i ever wanted is all.
and i stay as long as it takes
for my journey doesn't begin nor end
a yin yang kinda thing
as we fall my love, we ascend
Then i finally take the cab of your smile
luggage?
No, i only carry my heart in a back bag
and a pocket full of poetry
you opened your door into me
carried off my back the pain
and saw me
in the flash of your dimples side mirror

Off we go
Take me to the nowhere we know
the road is where your feet step
off the streets of solitude
and the cities of expectations
i dip my feet in the river of yearning
and bloom at your fingers touch
what breeze could ever be as mush
as your dew whisper
scented musk and Amber
calling my name once in a laughter
while time wasn't of us aware
in the garden of our secrets,
the trees of confessions sing
and tango the winds of belief.

Now we're there
what a beautiful Home you are!
all decorated with balloons of lush
and glitters of ecstasy
furnished your chivalrous moments
adorned in your comings to me
and at your hope candles,
enlightened.
your hands hug
and my gazes kiss
what a messy mess!
bliss...
Your every day brings only happiness
so does your every in and out breath
you are more loved than love was ever of capable
and just the way you are, accepted.
another Hypothesis you think?
No, This is for me, the Ultimate Uber fact. 

HAPPY BIRHDAY MY LOVE...
I WISH YOU MORE LOVE, HEALTH, WEALTH..
EASE OF MIND AND PEACE OF HEART ALWAYS..
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER UNDERSTAND OR IMAGINE...
I FEEL YOU...
HUGS TIGHT...
YOUR POET...
ABEER 





Saturday, June 8, 2019

Unpublished...

You...
the man coming out of my coming
going into the heart of my going
rising on to my every eclipse
like thousand splendid suns

where my still river runs
my land vigorously, fruit
my probable absolute
my loudest quietude
you...
As my eyes violin
your lips 
flute
you...
where my dreams, dream
of what is and what may seem
Dancing in my morning coffee steam
the waltz of wait
dipping my lips in my nemesis nectar 
laughing at the odds,
and collecting my"wildest what ifs" in a pandora's box
of faith.
you...
rolling upon my cheek
and curling in my for no reason,
smiling streak
where my rock bottom darkness hits its peak
your eyes lights then sneak
and we hope-mate
you...
so full of me so full of you
riding my herds of longing
like of His own times a Don Quijote
fighting our windmills of fate
is it too late?...
you say, sway, play...
night on me and day
and keep me on your acceptance plate  
you...
when i don't..i do
when a lie is but true
when it's time but never due
when it is not enough, enough
the freedom of my every handwritten-cough
the golden cage of my blue bird
and the infinite horizons to my Icarus,
in your love, mind state.
You...
hiding in the obvious
being the wrongest righteous
roaming the countries of possibilities
in my every breath
And i but a mad vagabond
that into your every blink,
migrate
you...
what i say when i don't
what i would when i won't
unpublished...
like my book of you
and like my love for you
publicly,
Explicit.
you...
As it divinely hymns
crumble,
stumble,
And in my draft box they childishly play
the rhymes
for sometimes,
May be, the poet i am...
but always you..
All the poems...
and my heart poetry. 
            

My Poems Recitations for My Shah...

VFXed.. Dreams.. Fan Notes..