My note to love...

 

All the eyes that aren’t your eyes...

Can’t see

All that is not seen by your eyes, is unseen

All those hairs that get messed up by the mad winds, are still

And still... are those mad winds that don’t mess up with your sky hair...

The air that is not invited by your aristocratic nose is unfair

For this life’s party only begins at the gush of your highness nose aired exhale...

All the words that aren’t born off the womb of your fleshy lips, are wordless

And nameless, are all the names, until you call them ..

so i feel for all these faces, anonymously living behind the bars of freedom    

they think they exist! 

and to this thought , even, revolt!

but until you lay on them this- laying in a bed of mischief- eye

their best bet would be to happily just, die!

nothing makes any sense, until you forensically, do

pouring in tots of stares trips...    

Jack-Danieling all the lines in your lashes drips, 

O what do they know...

Sober would be all Ghalib’s Ghazal if not in your each glimpse grips...

Wordless is the world until you world into it..

Lifeless is the life, until you into it, life...

What sunshine are they talking about?

The sun comes up only at your every blink..

And how do they see light in the children’s smiles?

If all the children’ s happiness lights up only at your smile?

Heard them say, roses naturally bloom in spring

Snow innocently falls in winter..

when seasons follow each other at your every head tilt... 

of the wildest dreams, weaving my late nights' secret quilt

But all I know..

That all the magic fields your spring feet don’t upon-step, are arid

And all the expecting clouds, you don’t melt with your fire stare, are sterile..

Heard some talks about birds chirping at mornings dew

And rivers flowing in the arms of the potent shores...

But all the mornings bird at your chirping silence..

And the potent shores only climax in the arms of your Hapi rivers’ glares...

And what is it all about volcanoes burning the Rocky lands heart

When my lava heart erodes only at your every dragon breath

Yes. It is that destructively, apt!

Only at your every mighty coming, that I erupt

Nothing is anything until you are

Nothing is as close as far

My moon, sun, and every whispering star...

It is not a sky above me, until you into my night, night

I don’t see what Newton astonishingly achieved watching his falling apple

I know all the heart apples fall in your hands love touch...

And the bride earth then, at your fingers play...blush

and in my genius physical mind now, I hush...

For it all in you begins, and ends

All that is in me broken at your eyes call, mends

You rain upon your desert rose

Off your every coming, my hopeful wind blows

Soaked in a lucid dream

Wrapped in your arms, or so I seem

set free beneath a solid window

and with my crippled wings of poetry,

i charmingly, soar

Wondering how could I have ever been anywhere else before?

When all I have ever been therein,

 is by then, Home.

My lifeless life is but within you, a life.

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