tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39162297007018498282024-02-07T01:31:45.842-08:00Bruises of the soul...within the pain,rises the madness of reason and the sanity of the illusion..:)Desert Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17370899545012572162noreply@blogger.comBlogger414125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916229700701849828.post-69083564639816611922021-11-01T04:36:00.003-07:002021-11-01T04:38:10.132-07:00Half full...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoOIET9IzAi07bPXykhh9eD46Fy3qfpcCVy702TT5cHJTO_dUNalfaWeXiSjOh694OFuq8DnguWCz3_QE6ibZEloE0LnVl_3j-xUn7_Aqn2hq9lYLYxlqmpvGnNHR0zzMgyLfMujuJ8zva/s910/moon-clouds-night-black-and-white.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="607" data-original-width="910" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoOIET9IzAi07bPXykhh9eD46Fy3qfpcCVy702TT5cHJTO_dUNalfaWeXiSjOh694OFuq8DnguWCz3_QE6ibZEloE0LnVl_3j-xUn7_Aqn2hq9lYLYxlqmpvGnNHR0zzMgyLfMujuJ8zva/w400-h266/moon-clouds-night-black-and-white.jpg" width="400" /></a></b></i></div><i><b><br />I wish to see you</b></i><p></p><p><i><b>like i see you </b></i></p><p><i><b>when i wish...</b></i></p><p><i><b>that half moon you wished upon</b></i></p><p><i><b>from behind the curtains of your empty room</b></i></p><p><i><b>firing a deep sigh</b></i></p><p><i><b>burning my world sky</b></i></p><p><i><b>i am that faraway moon, </b></i></p><p><i><b>half split</b></i></p><p><i><b>of your whole wish,</b></i></p><p><i><b>i am every bit</b></i></p><p><i><b>As you then, blink</b></i></p><p><i><b>in your circled smoke,</b></i></p><p><i><b>i sink</b></i></p><p><i><b>dancing at the melodies of your mad heartbeats</b></i></p><p><i><b>that last sip of coffee getting in between your fingers, cold</b></i></p><p><i><b>it is me! there...you have been told!</b></i></p><p><i><b>leave me no more waiting</b></i></p><p><i><b>i ran out of myself being on hold...<br /></b></i></p><p><i><b>but as i brew in, to touch your lips</b></i></p><p><i><b>in my mystical off to you, deadly awakening trips</b></i></p><p><i><b>steamed again, i flow</b></i></p><p><i><b>just like that pregnant river of caffeinated hope</b></i></p><p><i><b>you know?</b></i></p><p><i><b>that cheap lighter you always lose</b></i></p><p><i><b>somewhere around </b></i></p><p><i><b>hard to be when needed, found</b></i></p><p><i><b>but in your ripped jeans pocket</b></i></p><p><i><b>of me, you can fill of it, a bucket</b></i></p><p><i><b>a list of fires, your eyes start with</b></i></p><p><i><b>every fat finger click, for light</b></i></p><p><i><b>that pillow which is usually, white</b></i></p><p><i><b>i am that one clear thought, bright</b></i></p><p><i><b>for the longer sleepless night</b></i></p><p><i><b>where you breathe your dreams</b></i></p><p><i><b>one by one to the velvet ceiling</b></i></p><p><i><b>in uncensored delight</b></i></p><p><i><b>with each cigarette, a flight</b></i></p><p><i><b>to where we are as wrong as right</b></i></p><p><i><b>i am the impossible, possible</b></i></p><p><i><b>when you call for the love company</b></i></p><p><i><b>i am the pixels of that perfect shot</b></i></p><p><i><b>of that sweet message you never sent</b></i></p><p><i><b>i am the final dot</b></i></p><p><i><b>you forget to write</b></i></p><p><i><b>the pen you leave by your bed</b></i></p><p><i><b>holding the empty sheet tight<br /></b></i></p><p><i><b>those scattered thoughts, i lead...</b></i></p><p><i><b>an invading of my every breathing your name, fleet</b></i></p><p><i><b>unorganized like an army of freedom fighters</b></i></p><p><i><b>my eyes stares martyrs</b></i></p><p><i><b>arrow at your enemy all-nighters</b></i></p><p><i><b>and shoot</b></i></p><p><i><b>that unfinished book, i thug</b></i></p><p><i><b>i word myself for your eyes hug</b></i></p><p><i><b>may be i as well kindle</b></i></p><p><i><b>into that white tee, i gentle</b></i></p><p><i><b>for your poetic skin to handle</b></i></p><p><i><b>as you put on those glares i hate</b></i></p><p><i><b>take off at your love gates wide shut</b></i></p><p><i><b>ah..and that small arm cut</b></i></p><p><i><b>u cant remember when or how, but..</b></i></p><p><i><b>i was that salty drop of blood</b></i></p><p><i><b>now what</b></i></p><p><i><b>i would be it all that you can five- sense</b></i></p><p><i><b>or sixth...</b></i></p><p><i><b>i would to your love be as small as immense...</b></i></p><p><i><b>i would vanish of my world to vanish in yours</b></i></p><p><i><b>that water bottle you dearly hold</b></i></p><p><i><b>that love word you never told</b></i></p><p><i><b>that English leather chair</b></i></p><p><i><b>this life's fair unfair</b></i></p><p><i><b>i would be the squirrel by the lake for you...</b></i></p><p><i><b>and the weird bird i pray for you to once...see</b></i></p><p><i><b>filled of you...</b></i></p><p><i><b>and of me, half full <br /></b></i></p><p><i><b>for i only wish to see you,</b></i></p><p><i><b>just like whenever you wish,</b></i></p><p><i><b>everywhere...you see me. <br /></b></i></p><p><i><b><br /></b></i></p><p><i><b>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAH...</b></i></p><p><br /></p>Desert Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17370899545012572162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916229700701849828.post-10457123457886391652021-10-19T01:20:00.012-07:002021-10-19T01:25:43.563-07:00His name is Khan and He is Framed...<p><b><i> </i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4YvZWlSyqJ8xqBM2Dh5_u7nybBoaaXbd3Kx-BiZCx-WvF5he-nJ549HWuenA5BHRveiB_F2TWSO_iKp_CvVJG-VYug23sNQy7c0ouMbae6cmWMP1kMcJVIXUnbimS3VvQf70jo7Q5kYD/s900/77257335_1633364819_PTI10_04_2021_000062B+%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" data-original-height="593" data-original-width="900" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4YvZWlSyqJ8xqBM2Dh5_u7nybBoaaXbd3Kx-BiZCx-WvF5he-nJ549HWuenA5BHRveiB_F2TWSO_iKp_CvVJG-VYug23sNQy7c0ouMbae6cmWMP1kMcJVIXUnbimS3VvQf70jo7Q5kYD/w400-h264/77257335_1633364819_PTI10_04_2021_000062B+%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></i></b></div><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />In the cell</span></i></b><p></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">They call n-956</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">so many walls i see</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">why only four they said to be?</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">made of mothers tears</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">carved with fathers ' helpless fears</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">shattered dreams on iron beds</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">covered with injustice sheets</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">stained with hate</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">My name is my fate</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">For my pride, i got blamed</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">My name is Khan, and i got framed.</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">I leave my body to my head</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">one step at a stare</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">i can see them everywhere</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Raising fingers and waving flags</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">writing articles and Hashtags</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">A fraud it is or a scam</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">they jail me now for who i am</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">i wish for that, they saw me instead</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">in time they will</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dry around me in the well</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">And for my silence, i got shamed.</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">They locked me in, they think</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">in my own freedom, i blink</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Anger is my dear host</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">that too i can't attend to</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">what did i do?</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nothing</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">i know and they do too</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">But still</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here i am</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">sitting still</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">in youssef's well</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">waiting for the passers by to pick me up</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">in my head, a little, i rest</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">in my beloved ones's warm nest</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">its getting cold out here</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">so i fold my arms around my heart</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">never have we been this apart</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">In my head, it hurts too</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">what did i do?</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nothing, the voice said</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">that i know, and they do too</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">How is he holding up?</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">I wonder</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">the roaring thunder</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">wakes me up</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">hang in there my son</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">After the longest night, there will be a rising sun</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">that is always then any darkness, stronger</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">I close my eyes on his face</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">I beat my lungs out to the breath race</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">within the walls it's getting tighter</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am a kinght fighter</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Suddenly the world seemed lighter</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">at the warmth of his teary smile</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Its not about you, the voice in my head,</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">said</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">its about being alive and dead</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">what then did i do?</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nothing</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">I know that, they do too</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">My friend Raj, i remember </span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">his mother's delicious sweets every diwali,</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">she especially for me made and sent</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">my school teacher, Mrs Singh</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">giving me honors for Science in the seventh grade</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">like a cold blade</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">memories come rushing through</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">what did i do?</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">my father is a Khan</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">my mother is a Chibber</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">we are all the same</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">although we all beg to differ</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">when it rains we were raised to dance</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">but some of us chose,</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">to only get wet. </span></i></b></p><p> </p>Desert Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17370899545012572162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916229700701849828.post-12818724432262608782021-10-12T14:55:00.001-07:002021-10-12T14:55:52.220-07:00Coming Home…<p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTKG_2akw9bI0zQKOMJvnVW4ASW8vKpZdl0UAHTEsUCp-bqiOP9_TvvrTDUrLEUy8E9_Ak4FVWq6xBMDnzQ6Onn0W-FRrtLA2ZQkm2uLXlWK1aNJ6mMeBfTh_5YEBN5BxWpsJPraQDxdS/s2048/0C8BF0E1-8F2D-4919-A129-3C7A33316DAD.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1255" data-original-width="2048" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTKG_2akw9bI0zQKOMJvnVW4ASW8vKpZdl0UAHTEsUCp-bqiOP9_TvvrTDUrLEUy8E9_Ak4FVWq6xBMDnzQ6Onn0W-FRrtLA2ZQkm2uLXlWK1aNJ6mMeBfTh_5YEBN5BxWpsJPraQDxdS/s320/0C8BF0E1-8F2D-4919-A129-3C7A33316DAD.jpeg" width="320" /></a></span></i></b></div><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> Come with me…</span></i></b><p></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Let’s take a quiet stroll</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">I know the days on you, had taken quite a toll</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">I know it gets only harder for now</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">But again see, that's when the days will get a better show!</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here by the large mustard field of your mind</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Let’s go find a lil hiding smile,</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">There at the corner of your letting your baby brother win the latest video games boys night</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">At his innocent laugh as you fake a cute fight</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">He is the nine years old iron man and it’s quite, by you, </span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">all right..</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or here by the side of your soul sister rehearsal before the mirror with you as her only audience, late after you sneaked in some Mc and fries</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">The harder she always, for perfection..tries</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">That beautiful star born of the moon and the sun…</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">There..you tip toe where he hides, to off his hardest days, run…</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">You see him sweat his longest night off</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">On a 9 speed fast, or ten</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dead-lifting the weight of the whole world upon his heart..</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">As calm as the ocean before the storm</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">He holds ur face in between his eyelids, and rains…</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">And you watch him from behind the bar</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">That he already set higher with a bench</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">You see him now..</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Reaching out every corner to hold you up once more..</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">A cold cup of coffee by his side </span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">And a crowded ashtray</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">You quietly hold of his blurry eyes, a ray</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Stronger we stay…</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Papa…you say…</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am for you, sooner than soon</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Defeating the injustice goon..</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">And wait for me today papa..</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Spread your arms king size</span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">For wherever I may be </span></i></b></p><p><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">For you, I will always be Home. </span></i></b></p><p><b><i></i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXdDNZERXoV-Yy91Be69QLFPq1fdWDqSWfoUEJYNm1BEz2ynJ9gdtUohkhCiNcmRdY3D602BoTQ7Y1xJxbuTwMlvoTpKqXQ4rc1C7FzoCuzMZvXYUSDId3QVICI7AjoG4Gokv8uF_qjv4/s1024/8236C030-373D-4CC0-A904-FBB834482476.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXdDNZERXoV-Yy91Be69QLFPq1fdWDqSWfoUEJYNm1BEz2ynJ9gdtUohkhCiNcmRdY3D602BoTQ7Y1xJxbuTwMlvoTpKqXQ4rc1C7FzoCuzMZvXYUSDId3QVICI7AjoG4Gokv8uF_qjv4/s320/8236C030-373D-4CC0-A904-FBB834482476.jpeg" width="320" /></a></i></b></div><b><i><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></i></b><p></p>Desert Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17370899545012572162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916229700701849828.post-6716474479227446902021-02-14T21:32:00.001-08:002021-02-14T21:39:06.318-08:00 My note to love...<p></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span> </span></b></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span><br /></span></b></i></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span><br /></span></b></i></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1xy5Zk94ghapL9d2h9uGsFyF8Pe2HCoRZbEQ6mcZYAHPEOCNaDnKMz6NiSUYmU3EiRHs2mZXsX2KF5sOY95NB6wwiex-V0CjJz5EeR9RBDY00ivtREQbPcMSPkQ2rskY3kih1OJ3yDI1/s550/Et9UasIXMAAwZhL.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="413" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1xy5Zk94ghapL9d2h9uGsFyF8Pe2HCoRZbEQ6mcZYAHPEOCNaDnKMz6NiSUYmU3EiRHs2mZXsX2KF5sOY95NB6wwiex-V0CjJz5EeR9RBDY00ivtREQbPcMSPkQ2rskY3kih1OJ3yDI1/w300-h400/Et9UasIXMAAwZhL.jpg" width="300" /></a></i></span></div><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px;">All the eyes that aren’t your eyes...</span></span><br /></b></i></span></p><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>Can’t see</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>All that is not seen by your eyes, is unseen</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>All those hairs that get messed up by the mad winds, are still</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>And still... are those mad winds that don’t mess up with your sky hair...</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>The air that is not invited by your aristocratic nose is unfair</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>For this life’s party only begins at the gush of your highness nose aired exhale...</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>All the words that aren’t born off the womb of your fleshy lips, are wordless</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>And nameless, are all the names, until you call them ..</span></b></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="color: #201f1e;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"><b>so i feel for all these faces, anonymously living behind the bars of freedom <br /></b></span></span></i></span><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>they think they exist! </span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>and to this thought , even, revolt!</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>but until you lay on them this- laying in a bed of mischief- eye</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>their best bet would be to happily just, die!</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>nothing makes any sense, until you forensically, do <br /></span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>pouring in tots of stares trips... <br /></span></b></i></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px;"><b><span>Jack-Danieling all the lines in your lashes drips, </span></b></span></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px;"><b><span>O what do they know...</span></b></span></i></span><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>Sober would be all Ghalib’s Ghazal if not in your each glimpse grips...</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>Wordless is the world until you world into it..</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>Lifeless is the life, until you into it, life...</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>What sunshine are they talking about?</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>The sun comes up only at your every blink..</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>And how do they see light in the children’s smiles?</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>If all the children’ s happiness lights up only at your smile?</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>Heard them say, roses naturally bloom in spring</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>Snow innocently falls in winter..</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>when seasons follow each other at your every head tilt... <br /></span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>of the wildest dreams, weaving my late nights' secret quilt</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;" /></span></b></i></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px;"><b><span>But all I know..</span></b></span></i></span><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>That all the magic fields your spring feet don’t upon-step, are arid</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>And all the expecting clouds, you don’t melt with your fire stare, are sterile..</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>Heard some talks about birds chirping at mornings dew</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>And rivers flowing in the arms of the potent shores...</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>But all the mornings bird at your chirping silence..</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>And the potent shores only climax in the arms of your Hapi rivers’ glares...</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>And what is it all about volcanoes burning the Rocky lands heart</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>When my lava heart erodes only at your every dragon breath</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>Yes. It is that destructively, apt!</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>Only at your every mighty coming, that I erupt</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>Nothing is anything until you are</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>Nothing is as close as far</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>My moon, sun, and every whispering star...</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>It is not a sky above me, until you into my night, night</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>I don’t see what Newton astonishingly achieved watching his falling apple</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>I know all the heart apples fall in your hands love touch...</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>And the bride earth then, at your fingers play...blush</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>and in my genius physical mind now, I hush...</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>For it all in you begins, and ends</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>All that is in me broken at your eyes call, mends</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>You rain upon your desert rose</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>Off your every coming, my hopeful wind blows</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>Soaked in a lucid dream</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>Wrapped in your arms, or so I seem</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>set free beneath a solid window</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>and with my crippled wings of poetry,</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>i charmingly, soar <br /></span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>Wondering how could I have ever been anywhere else before?</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>When all I have ever been therein,</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span> is by then, Home.</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span>My lifeless life is but within you, a life.</span></b></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; 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background-color: white; border: 0px none; color: #201f1e; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b><span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;" /></span></b></i></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /></i></span></div>Desert Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17370899545012572162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916229700701849828.post-77217735888708304602020-10-31T08:06:00.000-07:002020-10-31T08:06:31.025-07:0020 seconds...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div>
<i><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxTCwgHkxyOzOnhchZsb2uEqnVxOETw9HgqRK10YqJ-TFm9dkaKDTTvaGUPaeu1Z_hn2_WvTpkddvpDjMMSsQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /></div><br />20 seconds...</b></i><br />
<i><b>They said it should last for 20 seconds...</b></i><br />
<i><b>Oh my darling...</b></i><br />
<i><b>what do they know</b></i><br />
<i><b>how many times per second </b></i><br />
<i><b>had i just closed my eyes on that thought--</b></i><br />
<i><b>feeling your love arms holding my- </b></i><br />
<i><b>now small to fit body- and hiding me from the world</b></i><br />
<i><b>how many times per second</b></i><br />
<i><b>had i breathed this air only because for one second</b></i><br />
<i><b>you may had had that breath into you and out</b></i><br />
<i><b>its a small world after all</b></i><br />
<i><b>and the winds fly from wherever you are to me</b></i><br />
<i><b>teaching universal geography currently,</b></i><br />
<i><b>so i know for sure that lovers inhale each others </b></i><br />
<i><b>across the skies of distance </b></i><br />
<i><b>exhale with each breath a flying life-kiss.</b></i><br />
<i><b>20 seconds...</b></i><br />
<i><b>they said it can heal your pains</b></i><br />
<i><b>when someone who loves you so much</b></i><br />
<i><b>_no one does more than i do by the way-</b></i><br />
<i><b>hugs you as tight for 20 seconds</b></i><br />
<i><b>you are no longer in any pain</b></i><br />
<i><b>you heal...</b></i><br />
<i><b>this i do feel!</b></i><br />
<i><b>when in my every night dream</b></i><br />
<i><b>we do.</b></i><br />
<i><b>healed</b></i><br />
<i><b>within our souls shield </b></i><br />
<i><b>this darkness, for 20 seconds then,</b></i><br />
<i><b>bloom into a mustard field</b></i><br />
<i><b>of acceptance</b></i><br />
<i><b> </b></i><br />
<i><b>20 seconds...</b></i><br />
<i><b>a wish that i pray only to come true</b></i><br />
<i><b>a red in my heart that turns every night blue</b></i><br />
<i><b>a me into myself growing into you...</b></i><br />
<i><b>a life that i claim and deny </b></i><br />
<i><b>a when that asks me and a roaring answering.. fly! </b></i><br />
<i><b>a morning run that i everyday do</b></i><br />
<i><b>as if i am running off you to you...</b></i><br />
<i><b>and the time stands then still</b></i><br />
<i><b>i wish my burning breath by then could tell</b></i><br />
<i><b>those worn out racing heart beats</b></i><br />
<i><b>and the sweet tears roll treats</b></i><br />
<i><b>on the wet face</b></i><br />
<i><b>that i for once will happily dew</b></i><br />
<i><b>20 seconds ...</b></i><br />
<i><b>i think i can then everything, forgive </b></i><br />
<i><b>be where they say i can live</b></i><br />
<i><b>i would call your name as a prayer</b></i><br />
<i><b>like i always do</b></i><br />
<i><b>and hymn you my every unborn poem</b></i><br />
<i><b>of you</b></i><br />
<i><b>may be i don't know how it feels like in your arms</b></i><br />
<i><b>but i know there is a wise why i don't</b></i><br />
<i><b>one that i can't for the life of me, accept</b></i><br />
<i><b>may be when it's our time i will </b></i><br />
<i><b>only, for 20 seconds...</b></i><br />
<i><b>Or more...</b></i><br />
<i><b>again, they say</b></i><br />
<i><b>what do they know</b></i><br />
<i><b>i would never by then let go </b></i><br />
<i><b>20 seconds..</b></i><br />
<i><b>in the cobblestone streets of our finally happening...?</b></i><br />
<i><b>or in the sunshine of your spotless mind library..</b></i><br />
<i><b>where my Home theater will play</b></i><br />
<i><b>in the background of my rhyming fear</b></i><br />
<i><b></b></i><br />
<i><b>what is this now!</b></i><br />
<i><b>O another silly tear...</b></i><br />
<i><b>Ahh ...i see you here...</b></i><br />
<i><b>The you coming from your eyes heavens gate</b></i><br />
<i><b>and for 20 seconds</b></i><br />
<i><b>i would hide in your heart of fate</b></i><br />
<i><b>and plead guilty </b></i><br />
<i><b>smell as our eternal soul encounter, misty </b></i><br />
<i><b>may you never relate...</b></i><br />
<i><b>life would then be for me complete..</b></i><br />
<i><b>i would take those minor burns pains to my skin</b></i><br />
<i><b>inhale wherever it hurts inside of you to my within</b></i><br />
<i><b>warmth your shivering bones in my flaming chest</b></i><br />
<i><b>reach out to that forgotten patella </b></i><br />
<i><b>and be for the blue bird of your chirping eyes</b></i><br />
<i><b>a nest...</b></i><br />
<i><b>as i blow for you tonight</b></i><br />
<i><b>one candle per verse</b></i><br />
<i><b>may they lasts forever and beyond</b></i><br />
<i><b>those 20 seconds of lifetime. </b></i><br />
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<br />Desert Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17370899545012572162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916229700701849828.post-74704080733063999362020-08-24T15:38:00.000-07:002020-08-24T15:38:41.268-07:00That Necessary...<p style="text-align: left;"><i><b></b></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkB9DneY1fuW2TkZYh0XuGkEg4c5QlQkGZi91D9CwKstVM4H9wo0CPMUXbpxhk0yqD_OK2YawEmGG1RsWM72o-qLwsTOVZfFSqBu62t98Fj-qMCVLaQPvTutolN94pb9ijW2lwNYin8Ixq/s259/images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkB9DneY1fuW2TkZYh0XuGkEg4c5QlQkGZi91D9CwKstVM4H9wo0CPMUXbpxhk0yqD_OK2YawEmGG1RsWM72o-qLwsTOVZfFSqBu62t98Fj-qMCVLaQPvTutolN94pb9ijW2lwNYin8Ixq/w324-h243/images.jpg" width="324" /></a></b></i></div><p><i><b>Hungry! </b></i></p><p><i><b>for you..<br /></b></i></p><p></p><p><i><b>like i can savor these juicy words</b></i></p><p><i><b>off your mind lips raw...</b></i></p><p><i><b>like i haven't had in a lifetime, off you, a bite</b></i></p><p><i><b>Thirsty!</b></i></p><p><i><b>for you.. <br /></b></i></p><p><i><b>like the desert of my arid waiting...</b></i></p><p><i><b>that i would sip off your every half glance,</b></i></p><p><i><b>of my love, a river...</b></i></p><p><i><b>and refill of your starry sky hairs,</b></i></p><p><i><b>for my longer night, a night...</b></i></p><p><i><b>There is something about you<br /></b></i>
<i><b>that i can't explain<br /></b></i>
<i><b>for my orphan heart, your eyes are but a mother<br /></b></i>
<i><b>for my gypsy soul,<br /></b></i>
<i><b>your voice is but home.<br /></b></i>
<i><b>and when you smile,<br /></b></i>
<i><b>poems blossom at the mustard fields of my lips<br /></b></i>
<i><b>like Akhenaton hymns in your name<br /></b></i>
<i><b>the Aton of my atheist faith in our happening<br /></b></i>
<i><b>and the Satan of my hell inviting to our happening,<br /></b></i>
<i><b>... doubts<br /></b></i>
<i><b>like a sun kiss your hairs, mess with my mind rosy cheeks then, Sirius<br /></b></i>
<i><b>they said i am a lunatic to believe<br /></b></i>
<i><b>a fertile dream of you every day in my unsaid words, i conceive<br /></b></i>
<i><b>delivering my rhyming children in the cave of our silence<br /></b></i>
<i><b>and nursing them my lifeline of patience.<br /></b></i>
<i><b>understanding it all is but the enemy<br /></b></i>
<i><b>knowing why, fires back at your hope fortresses, <br /></b></i>
<i><b>catapult balls of despair arranging my desire archers,<br /></b></i>
<i><b>my fingers burst in dancing butterflies<br /></b></i>
<i><b>on the tunes of my love creed<br /></b></i>
<i><b>what is it that you need?<br /></b></i>
<i><b>that my heart can afford<br /></b></i>
<i><b>...or can't...<br /></b></i>
<i><b>when will it fruit, that flesh dream we, per blink, seed?<br /></b></i>
<i><b>where would my air dyiptiques and Creed...<br /></b></i>
<i><b>and if ever my arms would tuck your hairs into my bosom of time<br /></b></i>
<i><b>but then i put on my blues sneakers<br /></b></i>
<i><b>turn as loud the volume of wait<br /></b></i>
<i><b>running miles in the cities of your fairytale dimples<br /></b></i>
<i><b>every time i close my eyes to drop another pearl of love sweat<br /></b></i>
<i><b>the streets of your words hug my stammering steps<br /></b></i>
<i><b>and the empty lighthouse at the top of your aristocratic nose<br />
calls my shortened breath for a rest<br /></b></i>
<i><b>i climb in my worn out joggers of expectation,<br /></b></i>
<i><b>to the flashing beacon of acceptance<br /></b></i>
<i><b>the world seems too small from up there and bigger is my sky<br /></b></i>
<i><b>a fleet of tears roll upon my sea face<br /></b></i>
<i><b>watching my dream ships fade into the horizon of your angry absence<br /></b></i>
<i><b>and in the wind howl<br /></b></i>
<i><b>i listen but to your lost sailor eyes call...<br /></b></i>
<i><b>the tune of melancholy<br /></b></i>
<i><b>the sparrows of irony dance in the foggy temple of my wishes<br /></b></i>
<i><b>as the pregnant clouds of my heavy heart, deliver<br /></b></i>
<i><b>the star at your every scar, shiver<br /></b></i>
<i><b>as i reach out my hands full of your coming to me <br /></b></i>
<i><b>in the birdy air,,<br /></b></i>
<i><b>and i breathe you in..<br />that unnoticed...<br /></b></i>
<i><b>and yet, that necessary. </b></i></p><p><b><i></i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDGvlyJ0a-l6qN4BvAzBvsEpNunlQVJnDyfhtrRUHi4yULKyuraa3L4zLR8G5DpdcCuh6WZpWFiQr_a6QdacDVL30W8Y00Y_5SHaTuPvj9OzCqcSM5NvnqiEEKuPM6re5hjYn0MZvWj7M3/s900/EgHhvzCU0AAXakS.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="642" height="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDGvlyJ0a-l6qN4BvAzBvsEpNunlQVJnDyfhtrRUHi4yULKyuraa3L4zLR8G5DpdcCuh6WZpWFiQr_a6QdacDVL30W8Y00Y_5SHaTuPvj9OzCqcSM5NvnqiEEKuPM6re5hjYn0MZvWj7M3/w571-h800/EgHhvzCU0AAXakS.jpg" width="571" /></a></i></b></div><b><i> </i></b><br />
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</p>Desert Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17370899545012572162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916229700701849828.post-45511268354290472702020-04-10T11:06:00.001-07:002020-04-10T11:06:22.841-07:00 Safety measures...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><b>You said</b></i><br />
<i><b>As close...</b></i><br />
<i><b>as distant</b></i><br />
<i><b>in our world my love,</b></i><br />
<i><b>there is no distance</b></i><br />
<i><b>No safety measures</b></i><br />
<i><b>We dive into the realms of the sweet danger</b></i><br />
<i><b>with every breath</b></i><br />
<i><b>we eye hug with every sneaked in selfie stare</b></i><br />
<i><b>we, with our every word stripped bare, lip lock</b></i><br />
<i><b>and we melt...</b></i><br />
<i><b>in the fire of our dream-handshake- yearning</b></i><br />
<i><b>and resurrect...</b></i><br />
<i><b>with our every Isis upon Her Osiris magical wish-meeting teardrop</b></i><br />
<i><b>and roam in the Lisbon Diaries cobblestone streets of our minds around</b></i><br />
<i><b>we don't wear but our brave hearts skin</b></i><br />
<i><b>sprinkling but our unloved love aroma yang-yin...</b></i><br />
<i><b>we coffee of the same cup at the corner of our old town visions tip</b></i><br />
<i><b>and take a bite of the same plate of time in our own world </b></i><br />
<i><b>my love</b></i><br />
<i><b>we share our cheeks for a tear fall</b></i><br />
<i><b>and hold our hands soaked in pain</b></i><br />
<i><b>we inch in, one beat at a touch</b></i><br />
<i><b>A Nile within us, with every outer drought </b></i><br />
<i><b>would flow</b></i><br />
<i><b>For we know</b></i><br />
<i><b>they all leave when they come</b></i><br />
<i><b>we have nothing, when we have only some...</b></i><br />
<i><b>silence plays louder than a drum</b></i><br />
<i><b>when all we can afford then, is a hum</b></i><br />
<i><b>flesh to flesh turns into dust</b></i><br />
<i><b>every life breath is a call to death</b></i><br />
<i><b>reborn we shall remain</b></i><br />
<i><b>in our own home of exile</b></i><br />
<i><b>so here we are</b></i><br />
<i><b>my love</b></i><br />
<i><b>dancing under the rains of hope</b></i><br />
<i><b>drenched in the falling skies of our possibility</b></i><br />
<i><b>laughing at the odds of our happening</b></i><br />
<i><b>and happening despite every odd,</b></i><br />
<i><b>laughing</b></i><br />
<i><b>one soul we are</b></i><br />
<i><b>hanging at the edge of our own world</b></i><br />
<i><b>fearlessly</b></i><br />
<i><b>with a life thread of flash lights...</b></i><br />
<i><b>and poetry. </b></i><br />
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<i><b> </b></i>Desert Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17370899545012572162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916229700701849828.post-90041799354539409522020-03-28T01:47:00.003-07:002020-03-28T01:47:55.371-07:00Quarantine...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><b>Spreading like fire in the hay</b></i><br />
<i><b>your eyes flame stares or may...</b></i><br />
<i><b>they said i should at home, stay</b></i><br />
<i><b>home? </b></i><br />
<i><b>and what do they know</b></i><br />
<i><b>my love...</b></i><br />
<i><b>if your hell eyes, are but home</b></i><br />
<i><b>and i am with that heavy heart,</b></i><br />
<i><b>pleading guilty </b></i><br />
<i><b>this screen is but the wonderland of your heaven's hairs</b></i><br />
<i><b>and my dancing tips on the words,</b></i><br />
<i><b>are but swans Tchaikovskiying around</b></i><br />
<i><b>a ballad without a sound</b></i><br />
<i><b>but our breaths intertwined</b></i><br />
<i><b>for life...</b></i><br />
<i><b>this coffee cup</b></i><br />
<i><b>beaming your smokey scented aroma to my spotless mind cells</b></i><br />
<i><b>grateful i had not had even one encounter attack</b></i><br />
<i><b>to keep getting infected with the sweetest venom</b></i><br />
<i><b>of your skin...</b></i><br />
<i><b>it has been so long...</b></i><br />
<i><b>since we got lost in a song..</b></i><br />
<i><b>where have you been?</b></i><br />
<i><b>at home? like me...</b></i><br />
<i><b>within me...</b></i><br />
<i><b>laying in my eyes bed </b></i><br />
<i><b>safe covered with my rhyming lids sheets</b></i><br />
<i><b>and dangerously roaming in my every vision of you,</b></i><br />
<i><b>wearing but your heart...</b></i><br />
<i><b>and my unrequited love</b></i><br />
<i><b>or is it upon my bosom lips</b></i><br />
<i><b>nursing of my verse nectar </b></i><br />
<i><b>the petrified poet you are</b></i><br />
<i><b>flowing...</b></i><br />
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<i><b>one hymn at a flying kiss...</b></i><br />
<i><b> </b></i><br />
<i><b>What is it about me now!</b></i><br />
<i><b>i wash my line hands every-time</b></i><br />
<i><b>may you drop of the scary thoughts tips</b></i><br />
<i><b>i curl in my mind arms all the time</b></i><br />
<i><b>may you are but my mind's tightest arms</b></i><br />
<i><b>i sink in my unshed tears </b></i><br />
<i><b>float in my unsmiled smile</b></i><br />
<i><b>and rise in unfinished poem of you</b></i><br />
<i><b>like Tchaikovsky's black swan... </b></i><br />
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<i><b>Quarantine it is then</b></i><br />
<i><b>as if we weren't already</b></i><br />
<i><b>as if every step out wasn't but in</b></i><br />
<i><b>as if every innocent word-spill wasn't but a killer spin</b></i><br />
<i><b>as if every hug wasn't but a safe distance</b></i><br />
<i><b>and every handshake wasn't but a greeting goodbye..</b></i><br />
<i><b>as if home wasn't but you...</b></i><br />
<i><b>and i am but forever then,</b></i><br />
<i><b>quarantine-d.</b></i><br />
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<i><b> </b></i>Desert Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17370899545012572162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916229700701849828.post-24453871067244251702019-11-28T07:55:00.000-08:002019-11-28T07:55:03.625-08:00Meet The lady...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><b>Meet the lady...</b></i><br />
<i><b>will ya?</b></i><br />
<i><b>that one with the words,</b></i><br />
<i><b>falling off her eyes</b></i><br />
<i><b>like shooting stars...</b></i><br />
<i><b>with the verse dripping off her velvet skin,</b></i><br />
<i><b>like pearls of sweat</b></i><br />
<i><b>After a heavy heart intense workout...</b></i><br />
<i><b>squatting the pain with the dumbbells of time</b></i><br />
<i><b>crunching all her silly expectations </b></i><br />
<i><b>lounging this distance away</b></i><br />
<i><b>and drenching all this anger </b></i><br />
<i><b>in her every tear fall dead-lift.</b></i><br />
<i><b>Would you meet the lady...</b></i><br />
<i><b>please...</b></i><br />
<i><b>that speaks but your name language</b></i><br />
<i><b>like the softest breeze...</b></i><br />
<i><b>and grammers but the complete sentences </b></i><br />
<i><b>of your every glance?</b></i><br />
<i><b>would you give her a chance?</b></i><br />
<i><b>she who punctuates but in your lips shy bites</b></i><br />
<i><b>and days only when its your lonely long nights</b></i><br />
<i><b>suffixes but your initials footsteps...</b></i><br />
<i><b>and rephrases but in your tango dimples dance...</b></i><br />
<i><b>writes with your fleshy fingertips</b></i><br />
<i><b>wandering around her mind body</b></i><br />
<i><b>like a thai relief master</b></i><br />
<i><b>she who recites poems of your laughter</b></i><br />
<i><b>and rhymes million sonata in your each blink</b></i><br />
<i><b>couplets every time your hands fly with a drink</b></i><br />
<i><b>she who Saxton(s) her longing to your every still</b></i><br />
<i><b>and Nin(s) the yearning to everyring of smoke you drill...</b></i><br />
<i><b>she who lyrics but the melody of your comings</b></i><br />
<i><b>and hymns but your silent smiling screams</b></i><br />
<i><b>she who may or seems...</b></i><br />
<i><b>she who plays the distance mandolin</b></i><br />
<i><b>and tip-toes upon the glass floor of time...</b></i><br />
<i><b>would you please...</b></i><br />
<i><b>meet the lady of the fragrance breeze?</b></i><br />
<i><b>the one with growing gardens of your soul in her every stare...</b></i><br />
<i><b>and floods of your glared tears flowing in her bosom Nile...</b></i><br />
<i><b>just for a lifetime while...</b></i><br />
<i><b>enough to hold her heart again whole...</b></i><br />
<i><b>enough to bring all those who before it's ever enough...</b></i><br />
<i><b>left...</b></i><br />
<i><b>and enough to bring her into herself heart...back. </b></i><br />
<i><b>meet the lady</b></i><br />
<i><b>you can't until date say her name</b></i><br />
<i><b>out loud...</b></i><br />
<i><b>the lady who is wearing your existence scent around</b></i><br />
<i><b>the lady who calls you in her every sleep</b></i><br />
<i><b>for a meeting...</b></i><br />
<i><b>a lifetime enough, </b></i><br />
<i><b>per dream. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>They say </b></i><br />
<i><b>Two tablespoons of honey</b></i><br />
<i><b>would be enough to fuel a bee’s entire flight around the world.</b></i><br />
<i><b>that is a fact!</b></i><br />
<i><b>Two words of your fluent eyes </b></i><br />
<i><b>would be enough to fuel my entire journey</b></i><br />
<i><b>into the stammering oceans of confusion </b></i><br />
<i><b>to blow some fire into this dear life </b></i><br />
<i><b>all i need is your strong hands</b></i><br />
<i><b>to tear those heavy clouds apart</b></i><br />
<i><b>and crash the moon walls of doubts.</b></i><br />
<i><b>There are olived honey countries that call me</b></i><br />
<i><b>in your eyes</b></i><br />
<i><b>and in between your fluffy night hairs</b></i><br />
<i><b>rise million suns and set</b></i><br />
<i><b>the wildest tempest</b></i><br />
<i><b>off your dancing eyelashes,</b></i><br />
<i><b>hurl</b></i><br />
<i><b>Where are they all hiding?</b></i><br />
<i><b>those butterflies of your mind</b></i><br />
<i><b>if not in my verse</b></i><br />
<i><b>and where do they all go</b></i><br />
<i><b>those of mine who visit you</b></i><br />
<i><b>if not in yours</b></i><br />
<i><b>your silence pours</b></i><br />
<i><b>and i am but words on a drought.</b></i><br />
<i><b>everyday to me is your special day </b></i><br />
<i><b>to you, i am on my way </b></i><br />
<i><b>see, i applied for a visa at your lips office</b></i><br />
<i><b>a long pause sigh they gave me</b></i><br />
<i><b>and a stare of lament</b></i><br />
<i><b>oh what at your heavens gate did i miss?</b></i><br />
<i><b>come closer darling</b></i><br />
<i><b>...then a breath</b></i><br />
<i><b>then i got my approved for lifetimes kiss</b></i><br />
<i><b>now all i need is a ticket</b></i><br />
<i><b>off your waving hands i pick it</b></i><br />
<i><b>booking at your veins my flight</b></i><br />
<i><b>my seat, by the window of your heart</b></i><br />
<i><b>we don't when we take off, depart </b></i><br />
<i><b>my love,</b></i><br />
<i><b>the closest we get is when as if apart</b></i><br />
<i><b>i had a good flight! </b></i><br />
<i><b>your loud beats hostess kept me warm</b></i><br />
<i><b>in a blanket of your longing</b></i><br />
<i><b>and of your -at my sight every time blood rush,</b></i><br />
<i><b>a pillow</b></i><br />
<i><b>your heavy clouds of patience cradled my fears</b></i><br />
<i><b>and off my waiting cheeks, i wept your rain. </b></i><br />
<i><b>then i landed at your arms airport</b></i><br />
<i><b>received by the glad biceps</b></i><br />
<i><b>and tightly taken to the sultry abs most welcomed hall </b></i><br />
<i><b>in a hug that is of what i ever wanted is all.</b></i><br />
<i><b>and i stay as long as it takes</b></i><br />
<i><b>for my journey doesn't begin nor end</b></i><br />
<i><b>a yin yang kinda thing</b></i><br />
<i><b>as we fall my love, we ascend</b></i><br />
<i><b>Then i finally take the cab of your smile</b></i><br />
<i><b>luggage?</b></i><br />
<i><b>No, i only carry my heart in a back bag</b></i><br />
<i><b>and a pocket full of poetry</b></i><br />
<i><b>you opened your door into me</b></i><br />
<i><b>carried off my back the pain</b></i><br />
<i><b>and saw me</b></i><br />
<i><b>in the flash of your dimples side mirror</b></i><br />
<i><b><br />
</b></i> <i><b>Off we go</b></i><br />
<i><b>Take me to the nowhere we know</b></i><br />
<i><b>the road is where your feet step</b></i><br />
<i><b>off the streets of solitude</b></i><br />
<i><b>and the cities of expectations</b></i><br />
<i><b>i dip my feet in the river of yearning</b></i><br />
<i><b>and bloom at your fingers touch</b></i><br />
<i><b>what breeze could ever be as mush</b></i><br />
<i><b>as your dew whisper</b></i><br />
<i><b>scented musk and Amber</b></i><br />
<i><b>calling my name once in a laughter</b></i><br />
<i><b>while time wasn't of us aware </b></i><br />
<i><b>in the garden of our secrets,</b></i><br />
<i><b>the trees of confessions sing</b></i><br />
<i><b>and tango the winds of belief.</b></i><br />
<i><b><br />
</b></i> <i><b>Now we're there</b></i><br />
<i><b>what a beautiful Home you are!</b></i><br />
<i><b>all decorated with balloons of lush</b></i><br />
<i><b>and glitters of ecstasy</b></i><br />
<i><b>furnished your chivalrous moments</b></i><br />
<i><b>adorned in your comings to me</b></i><br />
<i><b>and at your hope candles,</b></i><br />
<i><b>enlightened.</b></i><br />
<i><b>your hands hug</b></i><br />
<i><b>and my gazes kiss</b></i><br />
<i><b>what a messy mess!</b></i><br />
<i><b>bliss...</b></i><br />
<i><b>Your every day brings only happiness</b></i><br />
<i><b>so does your every in and out breath</b></i><br />
<i><b>you are more loved than love was ever of capable</b></i><br />
<i><b>and just the way you are, accepted.</b></i><br />
<i><b>another Hypothesis you think?</b></i><br />
<i><b>No, This is for me, the Ultimate Uber fact. </b></i><br />
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<b><i>You...</i></b><br />
<b><i>the man coming out of my coming</i></b><br />
<b><i>going into the heart of my going</i></b><br />
<b><i>rising on to my every eclipse</i></b><br />
<b><i>like thousand splendid suns</i></b><br />
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<b><i>where my still river runs</i></b><br />
<b><i>my land vigorously, fruit</i></b><br />
<b><i>my probable absolute</i></b><br />
<b><i>my loudest quietude</i></b><br />
<b><i>you...</i></b><br />
<b><i>As my eyes violin</i></b><br />
<b><i>your lips </i></b><br />
<b><i>flute</i></b><br />
<b><i>you...</i></b><br />
<b><i>where my dreams, dream</i></b><br />
<b><i>of what is and what may seem</i></b><br />
<b><i>Dancing in my morning coffee steam</i></b><br />
<b><i>the waltz of wait</i></b><br />
<b><i>dipping my lips in my nemesis nectar </i></b><br />
<b><i>laughing at the odds,</i></b><br />
<b><i>and collecting my"wildest what ifs" in a pandora's box</i></b><br />
<b><i>of faith. </i></b><br />
<b><i>you...</i></b><br />
<b><i>rolling upon my cheek</i></b><br />
<b><i>and curling in my for no reason,</i></b><br />
<b><i>smiling streak</i></b><br />
<b><i>where my rock bottom darkness hits its peak</i></b><br />
<b><i>your eyes lights then sneak</i></b><br />
<b><i>and we hope-mate</i></b><br />
<b><i>you...</i></b><br />
<b><i>so full of me so full of you</i></b><br />
<b><i>riding my herds of longing</i></b><br />
<b><i>like of His own times a Don Quijote</i></b><br />
<b><i>fighting our windmills of fate</i></b><br />
<b><i>is it too late?...</i></b><br />
<b><i>you say, sway, play...</i></b><br />
<b><i>night on me and day</i></b><br />
<b><i>and keep me on your acceptance plate </i></b><br />
<b><i>you...</i></b><br />
<b><i>when i don't..i do</i></b><br />
<b><i>when a lie is but true</i></b><br />
<b><i>when it's time but never due</i></b><br />
<b><i>when it is not enough, enough</i></b><br />
<b><i>the freedom of my every handwritten-cough</i></b><br />
<b><i>the golden cage of my blue bird</i></b><br />
<b><i>and the infinite horizons to my Icarus,</i></b><br />
<b><i>in your love, mind state.</i></b><br />
<b><i>You...</i></b><br />
<b><i>hiding in the obvious</i></b><br />
<b><i>being the wrongest righteous</i></b><br />
<b><i>roaming the countries of possibilities</i></b><br />
<b><i>in my every breath</i></b><br />
<b><i>And i but a mad vagabond</i></b><br />
<b><i>that into your every blink,</i></b><br />
<b><i>migrate</i></b><br />
<b><i>you...</i></b><br />
<b><i>what i say when i don't</i></b><br />
<b><i>what i would when i won't</i></b><br />
<b><i>unpublished...</i></b><br />
<b><i>like my book of you</i></b><br />
<b><i>and like my love for you</i></b><br />
<b><i>publicly,</i></b><br />
<b><i>Explicit.</i></b><br />
<b><i>you...</i></b><br />
<b><i>As it divinely hymns</i></b><br />
<b><i>crumble,</i></b><br />
<b><i>stumble,</i></b><br />
<b><i>And in my draft box they childishly play</i></b><br />
<b><i>the rhymes</i></b><br />
<b><i>for sometimes,</i></b><br />
<b><i>May be, the poet i am...</i></b><br />
<b><i>but always you..</i></b><br />
<b><i>All the poems...</i></b><br />
<b><i>and my heart poetry. </i></b><br />
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<b><i>Here...</i></b><br />
<b><i>He must've graced this space</i></b><br />
<b><i>Down the stairs of the plane</i></b><br />
<b><i>something felt insane</i></b><br />
<b><i>but sweet...</i></b><br />
<b><i>There, must've stepped his Golden-Goosed feet...</i></b><br />
<b><i>and hugged as tight, our souls every time we mind meet...</i></b><br />
<b><i>my burning sighs on repeat..</i></b><br />
<b><i>like his latest ballad in my headphones</i></b><br />
<b><i>as i live this life and as long</i></b><br />
<b><i>only to him, i belong</i></b><br />
<b><i>they thought it was the handbag i am dragging...</i></b><br />
<b><i>but it was just my beating heart, love-lagging...</i></b><br />
<b><i>Ah! he definitely stood there!</i></b><br />
<b><i>for a security point-check</i></b><br />
<b><i>may be on his soft cheek, from another lover, a peck</i></b><br />
<b><i>and fast on this electrical line</i></b><br />
<b><i>he probably had his fans align</i></b><br />
<b><i>just like my at this vision of air, gushes</i></b><br />
<b><i>out now at last!</i></b><br />
<b><i>also, like yours, my hand to my pocket, rushes..</i></b><br />
<b><i>a fire spark and the smoke rings fly</i></b><br />
<b><i>you go only once they say,</i></b><br />
<b><i>so i must do all my wrongs as right</i></b><br />
<b><i>then another one as i, like you, glarringly hid my sight</i></b><br />
<b><i>Coffee?</i></b><br />
<b><i>Me to myself, suggested</i></b><br />
<b><i>Absolutely!</i></b><br />
<b><i>as we usually know,</i></b><br />
<b><i>a long black one on the go</i></b><br />
<b><i>a bit chilly outside</i></b><br />
<b><i>so i slipped in my mind hoodie</i></b><br />
<b><i>and scarved my visions of you around</i></b><br />
<b><i>here, you may have took a turn</i></b><br />
<b><i>waving the distance into your own car of time </i></b><br />
<b><i>i see them, asking about you the howling wind,</i></b><br />
<b><i>the widow park trees of longing</i></b><br />
<b><i>and singing in your name, the street,s as they take my feets's hand,</i></b><br />
<b><i>while they cheering along, dance, the traffic lights.</i></b><br />
<b><i>In the city of your love</i></b><br />
<b><i>i spend my day window strolling</i></b><br />
<b><i>for your wordily picks</i></b><br />
<b><i>hanging out in the small cafes of hope</i></b><br />
<b><i>and fancily dinning with dear expectations</i></b><br />
<b><i>as high as it gets, i do..</i></b><br />
<b><i>painting it all red, my town of wishes</i></b><br />
<b><i>and getting you something special from the universal mall of wait.</i></b><br />
<b><i>there! see!</i></b><br />
<b><i>they do tell about you, these sidewalk shy roses of ecstasy</i></b><br />
<b><i>with my every thought of you, a bloom</i></b><br />
<b><i>a bride is my poem with you as your eyes reciting it, groom...</i></b><br />
<b><i>perhaps you had here a drink or two</i></b><br />
<b><i>the shivering glass in my hand tells</i></b><br />
<b><i>as my mouth, your name, bean-spills</i></b><br />
<b><i>was it the same darkness?</i></b><br />
<b><i>you last time here, with your being, witness..</i></b><br />
<b><i>and Zeroingly, lit! </i></b><br />
<b><i>how could it not be the same, the night!</i></b><br />
<b><i>Me to myself, suggested...</i></b><br />
<b><i>even the moon at me laughed</i></b><br />
<b><i>i shrugged and held my love shawl autographed</i></b><br />
<b><i>what do they know!</i></b><br />
<b><i>that silly sky and n-9 cloud..</i></b><br />
<b><i>i called you in my heart, then aloud...</i></b><br />
<b><i>may be tomorrow then..</i></b><br />
<b><i>Me to myself, suggested...</i></b><br />
<b><i>seeding my hope hopefully, within</i></b><br />
<b><i>as i to the grand lobby rushed in</i></b><br />
<b><i>"He might come down for a photo if you can wait"</i></b><br />
<b><i>my heart skipped its every beat...</i></b><br />
<b><i>i felt the breeze scented your coming,</i></b><br />
<b><i>yes! </i></b><br />
<b><i>that must be how you smell like</i></b><br />
<b><i>and the marbled floor gardens at your spring arrival</i></b><br />
<b><i>i slowly turned my head</i></b><br />
<b><i>a silent tear off my smiles siege, fled</i></b><br />
<b><i>as you came closer to where i am</i></b><br />
<b><i>posing with the other woman with the cam</i></b><br />
<b><i>and they finally...</i></b><br />
<b><i>took the shot. </i></b><br />
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<i><b>Small bottles of water</b></i><br />
<i><b>arranged in the line of hope</b></i><br />
<i><b>waiting to be picked</b></i><br />
<i><b>like my flowing verse </b></i><br />
<i><b>spilling life into you</b></i><br />
<i><b>muted colored buttons</b></i><br />
<i><b>released at your fingers tender caress</b></i><br />
<i><b>yearning in excess</b></i><br />
<i><b>ringtone silent,</b></i><br />
<i><b>but the screen keeps popping</b></i><br />
<i><b>what next?</b></i><br />
<i><b>the noisy texts still hopping</b></i><br />
<i><b>without a sound </b></i><br />
<i><b>turned on the same page for days, </b></i><br />
<i><b>that lost book on the left side,</b></i><br />
<i><b>found...</b></i><br />
<i><b>like everything in your love, </b></i><br />
<i><b>waiting to be around </b></i><br />
<i><b></b></i><br />
<i><b>a large cup of dark coffee </b></i><br />
<i><b>you share with yourself</b></i><br />
<i><b>in a moment out of time</b></i><br />
<i><b></b></i><br />
<i><b></b></i><br />
<i><b>will he still be awake...?</b></i><br />
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<i><b>and you shut the world off.</b></i><br />
<i><b><br /></b></i>
<i><b>the crowd cheers</b></i><br />
<i><b>as the smile. off me, tears</b></i><br />
<i><b>sitting here before a window</b></i><br />
<i><b>and staring at your soul. </b></i><br />
<i><b>the shutterbugs in your name, begging </b></i><br />
<i><b>cargo pants teasingly, shrugging</b></i><br />
<i><b>then you, in your own you, cocoon </b></i><br />
<i><b>Some fortune candies hiding, in the door pockets</b></i><br />
<i><b>that taste after the lil one euphoric joy at your the other night,</b></i><br />
<i><b>home coming</b></i><br />
<i><b>a silent window staring at your world face</b></i><br />
<i><b>some weary thoughts to chase </b></i><br />
<i><b>is it mere luck?</b></i><br />
<i><b>a beautiful swan you made out of the sad lil duck</b></i><br />
<i><b>my verse here for days got stuck...</b></i><br />
<i><b>alone with your enchanting mind</b></i><br />
<i><b>memories on rewind </b></i><br />
<i><b>in that lil allowed time of freedom</b></i><br />
<i><b>ahh how lucky is that leather couch</b></i><br />
<i><b>holding your wonderland body</b></i><br />
<i><b>to where my Alice mind playfully, loves to wonder</b></i><br />
<i><b>as wild as tender</b></i><br />
<i><b>my every wordily touch</b></i><br />
<i><b>if you only knew how much</b></i><br />
<i><b>your every little detail is as much</b></i><br />
<i><b>if only i can be</b></i><br />
<i><b>that warm winter breeze</b></i><br />
<i><b>you necessarily breathe</b></i><br />
<i><b>as i am, invisible</b></i><br />
<i><b>how edible</b></i><br />
<i><b>is your flying messy sun hairs</b></i><br />
<i><b>crossing the continents of distance</b></i><br />
<i><b>right into my sky heart</b></i><br />
<i><b>then you moon</b></i><br />
<i><b>to the starry flashes</b></i><br />
<i><b>for my eyes candy treat</b></i><br />
<i><b>a flying kisses fleet</b></i><br />
<i><b>sail off my lips dock</b></i><br />
<i><b>to your dimpled cheeks</b></i><br />
<i><b>if only my stares could speak</b></i><br />
<i><b>more than your being poetry</b></i><br />
<i><b>a pack of classics waiting to be lit</b></i><br />
<i><b>just like every glance of you, my doubts, hit</b></i><br />
<i><b>some smoke rings ready to off your lips, dance</b></i><br />
<i><b>every pain you romance</b></i><br />
<i><b>if only that nagging knee knows</b></i><br />
<i><b>at your feet, my road shows,</b></i><br />
<i><b>off your Goldengoose steps,</b></i><br />
<i><b>whatever your hand grips</b></i><br />
<i><b>i would be it</b></i><br />
<i><b>so be it</b></i><br />
<i><b>as the engine starts</b></i><br />
<i><b>and the wheels roll</b></i><br />
<i><b>i am on to my land scroll </b></i><br />
<i><b>taking off with my dreams drive</b></i><br />
<i><b>my heartbeats in your company</b></i><br />
<i><b>in your air i will be</b></i><br />
<i><b>may be invisible, yes...</b></i><br />
<i><b>yet hopefully, still, </b></i><br />
<i><b>...that necessary.</b></i><br />
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<i><b>Has it been already a year?</b></i><br />
<i><b>since lifetimes ago and coming</b></i><br />
<i><b>i have been wishing you in my every breath</b></i><br />
<i><b>every heart love and all health and happiness</b></i><br />
<i><b>ease of heart and peace of mind</b></i><br />
<i><b>i put my loneliest nights on rewind</b></i><br />
<i><b>as you on my every darkness, shined</b></i><br />
<i><b>healing all the wounds</b></i><br />
<i><b>and weaving of my tears, </b></i><br />
<i><b>upon my chest a necklace of hope.</b></i><br />
<i><b>to my you of you, i used to elope </b></i><br />
<i><b>into you i myself of myself , hid</b></i><br />
<i><b>to the home i made with you, in my head</b></i><br />
<i><b>where we paint our fantasy town red</b></i><br />
<i><b>roll the smiles on our faces shed</b></i><br />
<i><b>eat the time butter and bread</b></i><br />
<i><b>and rest in each others arms warmth bed</b></i><br />
<i><b>nursing the moments</b></i><br />
<i><b>Our nectar of love</b></i><br />
<i><b>as we to it, starve... </b></i><br />
<i><b>growing our faith only younger</b></i><br />
<i><b>into your eyes, i would find my shelter</b></i><br />
<i><b>curl in between your lashes, as you linger</b></i><br />
<i><b>and the days blink</b></i><br />
<i><b>what do you think?</b></i><br />
<i><b>what could be more paradise?</b></i><br />
<i><b>that living every time in your heaven eyes,</b></i><br />
<i><b>longer...</b></i><br />
<i><b>another year of you is on</b></i><br />
<i><b>another me in you then, gets reborn </b></i><br />
<i><b>perhaps you don't know</b></i><br />
<i><b>but as hard as it always gets</b></i><br />
<i><b>from you i regain my strength</b></i><br />
<i><b>everyday is a struggle to win</b></i><br />
<i><b>as i almost lose it and give in</b></i><br />
<i><b>you come in your full self attire</b></i><br />
<i><b>pull my hand and shake the wire</b></i><br />
<i><b>for the blue bird to soar</b></i><br />
<i><b>and i can't dare to ask for more</b></i><br />
<i><b>but i do...</b></i><br />
<i><b>i wish me more of you...</b></i><br />
<i><b>just as i more of you, wish you...</b></i><br />
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<i><b>may you in the darknesses, to you, prince</b></i><br />
<i><b>may you out of the sadnesses, joy</b></i><br />
<i><b>may you within your loud silences, sing </b></i><br />
<i><b>may you into your golden heart, king</b></i><br />
<i><b>may you to your spread arms once, run</b></i><br />
<i><b>may you for your every endless night, sun </b></i><br />
<i><b>may you in every staring eye, see but a mirror</b></i><br />
<i><b>and in every shootout, hear but your name</b></i><br />
<i><b>may you into you always hangout,</b></i><br />
<i><b>and feel my craziest heartbeats whenever you, a glimpse of you,</b></i><br />
<i><b>encounter </b></i><br />
<i><b>may you in you, find a shelter</b></i><br />
<i><b>and Don the windmills of doubts </b></i><br />
<i><b>may you come only at your-self coming</b></i><br />
<i><b>and may you never of your coming-self, leave</b></i><br />
<i><b>may you Ghalib only of your rhyming hands poetry </b></i><br />
<i><b>and Shah Rukh Khan off your soul ink</b></i><br />
<i><b>may you of your lips wine only, drink</b></i><br />
<i><b>and like me, about you, whenever you breathe this life,</b></i><br />
<i><b>think</b></i><br />
<i><b>may you about your existence wonderlands, dream</b></i><br />
<i><b>may you ice your every pearl of sweat in your honor bet,</b></i><br />
<i><b>cream</b></i><br />
<i><b>may you become who you are and seem</b></i><br />
<i><b>and like me, flow in your own blood river stream</b></i><br />
<i><b>for as long as it takes,</b></i><br />
<i><b>for my every prayer of love for you,</b></i><br />
<i><b>to get in your heart answered.</b></i><br />
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<i><b>May you...</b></i><br />
<i><b>Meer you of your gentleness,</b></i><br />
<i><b>Latif-Fatima you all your tenderness,</b></i><br />
<i><b>Lala-Rukh you more strength,</b></i><br />
<i><b>Gauri you the patience of solace </b></i><br />
<i><b>May you...</b></i><br />
<i><b>Aryan you of your grace</b></i><br />
<i><b>Suhana you of your radiant beauty</b></i><br />
<i><b>and may you AbRam you the innocence,</b></i><br />
<i><b>your miraculous being every moment in this life,</b></i><br />
<i><b>enchants. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>What more to wish you</b></i><br />
<i><b>but to wish you</b></i><br />
<i><b>more of the you-est you of you</b></i><br />
<i><b>warped in my tight hugging arms' ribbons </b></i><br />
<i><b>and sealed with your flying kiss signature prose. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>Happy Birthday my love...</b></i><br />
<i><b>May Allah blesses u with more of u</b></i><br />
<i><b>because there is no more blessing than that. </b></i><br />
<i><b>Always urs... Ab.</b></i><br />
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<i><b>May be I am afraid to meet you</b></i><br />
<i><b>Because when I do, when I don't,</b></i><br />
<i><b>I stay and never leave</b></i><br />
<i><b>I atheistically then believe</b></i><br />
<i><b>that the northern wind my lullabies,</b></i><br />
<i><b>sings</b></i><br />
<i><b>that the sea waves then have wings</b></i><br />
<i><b>that the moon speaks</b></i><br />
<i><b>and that the sun rays upon your face,</b></i><br />
<i><b>have lips.</b></i><br />
<i><b>May be I am afraid to meet you</b></i><br />
<i><b>because when I do, when I don't, </b></i><br />
<i><b>I become too beautiful for sadness</b></i><br />
<i><b>I hug you, and time then,</b></i><br />
<i><b>stands still</b></i><br />
<i><b>the world fades away</b></i><br />
<i><b>and our tight arms kiss</b></i><br />
<i><b>and love tell</b></i><br />
<i><b>may be I am afraid to meet you</b></i><br />
<i><b>because when I do, when I don't,</b></i><br />
<i><b>I do accept myself</b></i><br />
<i><b>I forgive</b></i><br />
<i><b>I hold my soul within you</b></i><br />
<i><b>as tight</b></i><br />
<i><b>because when I do, when I don't,</b></i><br />
<i><b>I fight</b></i><br />
<i><b>I become but sunlight</b></i><br />
<i><b>I rise to my own right</b></i><br />
<i><b>I then, fly</b></i><br />
<i><b>out of my patience cocoon</b></i><br />
<i><b>I colorfully then, butterfly</b></i><br />
<i><b>and into your warmth sky,</b></i><br />
<i><b>nest</b></i><br />
<i><b>what next?</b></i><br />
<i><b>may be I am afraid to meet you</b></i><br />
<i><b>because when I do, when I don't,</b></i><br />
<i><b>I have already all my lifetimes lived</b></i><br />
<i><b>they come true,</b></i><br />
<i><b>all those dreams I have of u once</b></i><br />
<i><b>dreamed</b></i><br />
<i><b>they turn into reality</b></i><br />
<i><b>all those birthday wishes</b></i><br />
<i><b>I to my flickering candles</b></i><br />
<i><b>ever wished </b></i><br />
<i><b>there would be no more homeless vows for me</b></i><br />
<i><b>to in your name,</b></i><br />
<i><b>shelter</b></i><br />
<i><b>and more hungry stray dogs of hope</b></i><br />
<i><b>then for me to in ur name,</b></i><br />
<i><b>feed</b></i><br />
<i><b>nothing more of this mad world</b></i><br />
<i><b>I need</b></i><br />
<i><b>when I have once with my flesh heart,</b></i><br />
<i><b>your flesh heart, touched</b></i><br />
<i><b>God's heavens I see</b></i><br />
<i><b>when ur eyes see me</b></i><br />
<i><b>when ur lips breathe my name</b></i><br />
<i><b>for me to be</b></i><br />
<i><b>when I am in ur sigh wind</b></i><br />
<i><b>but dancing dust</b></i><br />
<i><b>when I find myself at last,</b></i><br />
<i><b>Home.</b></i><br />
<i><b><br /></b></i>
<i><b>May be I am afraid to meet you,</b></i><br />
<i><b>because when I do, when I don't,</b></i><br />
<i><b>your eloquent hands verse my rhyming fingers into poetry</b></i><br />
<i><b>I then Cohen and Auden</b></i><br />
<i><b>I Rumi and Shams</b></i><br />
<i><b>As your hands Ghalib and Drake</b></i><br />
<i><b>when we word shake</b></i><br />
<i><b>the promises we never make, my love,</b></i><br />
<i><b>we never break</b></i><br />
<i><b>they grow in the mustard fields of our faith palms</b></i><br />
<i><b>and the mandolin tunes play</b></i><br />
<i><b>when your messy hairs at my waiting cheeks,</b></i><br />
<i><b>mercilessly sway</b></i><br />
<i><b>as hard as my longing</b></i><br />
<i><b>and Like your velvet with your-own self- coming shot,</b></i><br />
<i><b>soft</b></i><br />
<i><b>scattered around my fire gazes,</b></i><br />
<i><b>like your gasping heartbeats, at my hunter grips, prey</b></i><br />
<i><b>and I heroically surrender</b></i><br />
<i><b>to your hairs stares armies of wonder</b></i><br />
<i><b>and want</b></i><br />
<i><b>Another place then is the place</b></i><br />
<i><b>new time is the very same time</b></i><br />
<i><b>fate becomes a dear friend</b></i><br />
<i><b>and I single-handedly demolish </b></i><br />
<i><b>all those "what if" sand castles of lament</b></i><br />
<i><b>rainbows of happenings in my eyes </b></i><br />
<i><b>swing</b></i><br />
<i><b>you do heal in me everything</b></i><br />
<i><b>so,</b></i><br />
<i><b>may be I am just afraid to meet you</b></i><br />
<i><b>because when I do, when I don't,</b></i><br />
<i><b>I know</b></i><br />
<i><b>I just don't let go</b></i><br />
<i><b>may be that is why...</b></i><br />
<i><b>if only I could know.</b></i><br />
<i><b>if only i would know...</b></i><br />
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<b><i>Would you please come out</i></b><br />
<b><i>of my morning coffee steam</i></b><br />
<b><i>lay out of my whole night long dream</i></b><br />
<b><i>on this kitchen table</i></b><br />
<b><i>let's see if you are able</i></b><br />
<b><i>to rinse yourself off my trembling skin</i></b><br />
<b><i>how dare you to my sweat pores as i work you out of my soul, grin?</i></b><br />
<b><i>And if possible,</i></b><br />
<b><i>spell your name off my prayers gospel</i></b><br />
<b><i>let me anything but in your voice, murmur</i></b><br />
<b><i>wash your sun face away off my mirror</i></b><br />
<b><i>Hold your open arms still as i hopelessly in my helpless shame,</i></b><br />
<b><i>wither</i></b><br />
<b><i>eat your honey smile off my toast</i></b><br />
<b><i>let me in my 10 minutes microwaved wishes, roast</i></b><br />
<b><i>see, i just had my breakfast burnt!</i></b><br />
<b><i>funny till now, right?</i></b><br />
<b><i>now get off my one eye window</i></b><br />
<b><i>sneak no more of those playful curtains of my verse</i></b><br />
<b><i>it has been lately nothing but total eclipse</i></b><br />
<b><i>is it really that impossible?</i></b><br />
<b><i>For your eyelids not to strip bare into my daylight visions?</i></b><br />
<b><i>i need to see you properly</i></b><br />
<b><i>out of my fantasies portraits</i></b><br />
<b><i>I need to sip every tear you unshed</i></b><br />
<b><i>every drop of your fears blood</i></b><br />
<b><i>you have a hungry vamperess in me alright!</i></b><br />
<b><i>and having that said,</i></b><br />
<b><i>perhaps yes i would</i></b><br />
<b><i>taste of you a bit</i></b><br />
<b><i>with my burning sighs soufflé</i></b><br />
<b><i>your juicy sealed lips for dessert, bite</i></b><br />
<b><i>And chew on your mushy silence main course.</i></b><br />
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i>I dunno what is worse</i></b><br />
<b><i>your not coming to my eyes once</i></b><br />
<b><i>or your forever in them, home stay</i></b><br />
<b><i>your stare dancing on the tune of my longing</i></b><br />
<b><i>or my longing singing on the tune of your stare?</i></b><br />
<b><i>what to your absence should i wear?</i></b><br />
<b><i>i stand before my poetic hangers</i></b><br />
<b><i>wrapped in a towel of your eyes metrical wonders</i></b><br />
<b><i>what should i pick?</i></b><br />
<b><i>this floral spring dress of hope metaphors</i></b><br />
<b><i>or may be that perfect pair of faith jeans </i></b><br />
<b><i>all ripped</i></b><br />
<b><i>the high heels of my all night dreams with you</i></b><br />
<b><i>or the flat sneakers of my long day realities without you</i></b><br />
<b><i>the colors change upon the touch of my time fingers</i></b><br />
<b><i>and turn the seasons at the mere eclipse of your away blinking</i></b><br />
<b><i>what were you thinking?</i></b><br />
<b><i>when you hide in my waiting pockets</i></b><br />
<b><i>as i accidentally for a fate surprise fetch</i></b><br />
<b><i>popping out of my patience training shorts </i></b><br />
<b><i>and i deeply all over my shaking body off this treadmill of then joy,</i></b><br />
<b><i>fall</i></b><br />
<b><i>i hear your muted call</i></b><br />
<b><i>reaching out to your to mine mating soul</i></b><br />
<b><i>i wish you would reconsider this high dam wall</i></b><br />
<b><i>because between us darling,</i></b><br />
<b><i>there is only a Nile flood</i></b><br />
<b><i>as vigorous and as fertile</i></b><br />
<b><i>it took me a while</i></b><br />
<b><i>to sprinkle my face with this aromatic truth</i></b><br />
<b><i>and your Gucci Rush presence within my wrist</i></b><br />
<b><i>your gaze safety eyeliner</i></b><br />
<b><i>upon my cheeks, your hands blush</i></b><br />
<b><i>and just as plush</i></b><br />
<b><i>i wore your lasting forever words lipstick</i></b><br />
<b><i>holding my in you ultimate designer bag of belief</i></b><br />
<b><i>ready to conquer this whole sad world</i></b><br />
<b><i>within your armor glass glares smiling hug</i></b><br />
<b><i>For it's time to go out!</i></b><br />
<b><i>at the odds laugh and pout</i></b><br />
<b><i>nothing can take it away from us my love,</i></b><br />
<b><i>what we already had!</i></b><br />
<b><i>i happily then hold your coming hand tight</i></b><br />
<b><i>as i slap their door of doubt</i></b><br />
<b><i>on my way out,</i></b><br />
<b><i>and away,</i></b><br />
<b><i>i threw the key.</i></b><br />
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<b><i>There is a place beyond all places</i></b><br />
<b><i>where we just meet</i></b><br />
<b><i>a space bigger than all spaces</i></b><br />
<b><i>that is as classic and obsolete</i></b><br />
<b><i>where we sail in happiness fleet</i></b><br />
<b><i>a love that is more than love we love</i></b><br />
<b><i> a life of you in my every heartbeat</i></b><br />
<b><i>a house with walls of giggles</i></b><br />
<b><i>and dream rooms of sweet</i></b><br />
<b><i>with designer furniture of your to me comings</i></b><br />
<b><i>and my warm wishes for you leather comfort greet</i></b><br />
<b><i>a kitchen where i cook you every night</i></b><br />
<b><i>of my mind dishes a treat</i></b><br />
<b><i>and feed you with my love fingers,</i></b><br />
<b><i>as you hungrily my love fingers,</i></b><br />
<b><i>eat</i></b><br />
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<b><i>There is a time longer than time</i></b><br />
<b><i>where we longingly standstill</i></b><br />
<b><i>a pregnant wind that aches your name to my face</i></b><br />
<b><i>a bed of earth that holds at my chase,</i></b><br />
<b><i>your feet </i></b><br />
<b><i>as i to you, run </i></b><br />
<b><i>is born a brighter sun</i></b><br />
<b><i>burning off the the womb of our patience </i></b><br />
<b><i>a light that is lighter than light</i></b><br />
<b><i>when i see nothing but your shaded sight</i></b><br />
<b><i>when the night gets nighter than every night</i></b><br />
<b><i>you become to me day</i></b><br />
<b><i>when the roads turn</i></b><br />
<b><i>and all my dream castles burn</i></b><br />
<b><i>you bridge into me the way</i></b><br />
<b><i>tree your soul for my hope seeds</i></b><br />
<b><i>roll your mind for the fire of my weed</i></b><br />
<b><i>as i ring smoke the fears away</i></b><br />
<b><i>there is a distance that is worlds away</i></b><br />
<b><i>that we erase in a blink</i></b><br />
<b><i>what did you think?</i></b><br />
<b><i>as we by the bar of fate</i></b><br />
<b><i>share our solitude drink</i></b><br />
<b><i>the pretty odds lady wink</i></b><br />
<b><i>and the moment fella pours of our faith</i></b><br />
<b><i>another round</i></b><br />
<b><i>for there is a sound that is than all sound,</i></b><br />
<b><i>sounder </i></b><br />
<b><i>when u never say my name</i></b><br />
<b><i>a ground that gets only harder</i></b><br />
<b><i>when u in my sky, fly</i></b><br />
<b><i>there is a Cohen song i hear in your laughter</i></b><br />
<b><i>and poetry lines spill, when u cry</i></b><br />
<b><i>there are streets that are than all streets, lonelier</i></b><br />
<b><i>where we go walking hand in hand</i></b><br />
<b><i>sharing funny jokes and punny one liners</i></b><br />
<b><i>and cities of thoughts that are lifetimes older</i></b><br />
<b><i>where we visit everyday, and linger</i></b><br />
<b><i>there is perhaps a Radha in me for your Harrinder</i></b><br />
<b><i>and for my Rumi heart, in you, a Shams</i></b><br />
<b><i>there is a language that is in our silences, richer</i></b><br />
<b><i>a wordless dictionary where we spell righter</i></b><br />
<b><i>a wait where we wait no longer</i></b><br />
<b><i>and at our every orphan longing breath a shelter</i></b><br />
<b><i>where we home</i></b><br />
<b><i>another universe where we freely roam</i></b><br />
<b><i>yinning as we yang </i></b><br />
<b><i>and as your little one's smile, tender</i></b><br />
<b><i>there is a life beyond this life my love</i></b><br />
<b><i>where we actually live</i></b><br />
<b><i>and of this life calendar</i></b><br />
<b><i>There is a day that to me is everyday</i></b><br />
<b><i>where i celebrate your into me birthday</i></b><br />
<b><i>with every candle tear a whisper</i></b><br />
<b><i>May your smile always in your face wonder</i></b><br />
<b><i>and in my dreams that are more than dreams,</i></b><br />
<b><i>may we actually live...</i></b><br />
<b><i>forever after.</i></b><br />
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<i><b>Something burns in me</b></i><br />
<i><b>as i see you out of this perfect shot</b></i><br />
<i><b>steaming hot </b></i><br />
<i><b>like an all at once swallowed Tequila tot</b></i><br />
<i><b>and i -the one who doesn't even drink-,</b></i><br />
<i><b>get drunk...</b></i><br />
<i><b>Like what if i was that comfy leather chair you grace?</b></i><br />
<i><b>what if i was that shadow of a shy smile on your face?</b></i><br />
<i><b>that tight in a glimpse life embrace</b></i><br />
<i><b>no matter to how small it shrunk!</b></i><br />
<i><b>humble like my in your love arrogance</b></i><br />
<i><b>sinful like your forgiveness, monk</b></i><br />
<i><b>high on my imagination Caffeine dose,</b></i><br />
<i><b>i wear just a heart...</b></i><br />
<i><b>and a couple of B. Shaw "why nots" wings...</b></i><br />
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<i><b>so what if i was that playful lens flash</b></i><br />
<i><b>holding you still in a moment out of time...</b></i><br />
<i><b>what if i classically roll into a pack of fire sighs</b></i><br />
<i><b>laying between your fingers for their eternal rest</b></i><br />
<i><b>and your temporary solace...</b></i><br />
<i><b>what if i stretched into that button chase</b></i><br />
<i><b>unhinged into the freedom of your bare chest</b></i><br />
<i><b>and ironed lined of patience white shirt</b></i><br />
<i><b>then wrinkled to the thrill of fantasy</b></i><br />
<i><b>what if i am that shameless light</b></i><br />
<i><b>tickling in your lazy eyes their sad night</b></i><br />
<i><b>into shimmering laughter</b></i><br />
<i><b>what if i grew into these silver strikes</b></i><br />
<i><b>spear the young hearts</b></i><br />
<i><b>and pierce the Adam apple of wait in two</b></i><br />
<i><b>i even went further</b></i><br />
<i><b>into being that messy mane of shelter</b></i><br />
<i><b>upon your royal head</b></i><br />
<i><b>thin as your every thick hair in my air</b></i><br />
<i><b>and dark night shinning in your everywhere</b></i><br />
<i><b>like a moonless desert sky glare</b></i><br />
<i><b>giving your mind in me a life</b></i><br />
<i><b>where your thoughts butterfly</b></i><br />
<i><b>and my verse for you, springs</b></i><br />
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<i><b>Then i crazily brewed my soul</b></i><br />
<i><b>Nespressoed into your arriving on time first thing in the morning,</b></i><br />
<i><b> traveling mug </b></i><br />
<i><b>i become to your satisfied smiles then, a thug</b></i><br />
<i><b>running away with what i got</b></i><br />
<i><b>your happiness dimples</b></i><br />
<i><b>when in between yourself and you</b></i><br />
<i><b>i haphazardly 140 characters pass by</b></i><br />
<i><b>my then, oh my...</b></i><br />
<i><b>i suit on in your hanging black Armanis</b></i><br />
<i><b>waiting to be for the day, picked</b></i><br />
<i><b>drip myelf in your seasoned Parisian Diptyque</b></i><br />
<i><b>and get sprinkled upon you</b></i><br />
<i><b>one wild thought at a bloom</b></i><br />
<i><b>to my bridal eyes my love</b></i><br />
<i><b>you groom</b></i><br />
<i><b>where i of my love dresses poetry, lose count</b></i><br />
<i><b>As you take my yearning hands to the dance floor</b></i><br />
<i><b>and my heart then, sings</b></i><br />
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<i><b>Then you speak</b></i><br />
<i><b>love ballads on a streak</b></i><br />
<i><b>Burst! </b></i><br />
<i><b>when you do</b></i><br />
<i><b>i then mic myself in your fleshy hands</b></i><br />
<i><b>as you tenderly hug me</b></i><br />
<i><b>like your love on to me, holds</b></i><br />
<i><b>i go on</b></i><br />
<i><b>Golden-Goosing your tiered 43 sized feet</b></i><br />
<i><b>sneackering this rocky road away</b></i><br />
<i><b>let them whatever they want, say!</b></i><br />
<i><b>ahead we will go</b></i><br />
<i><b>the path then will itself show</b></i><br />
<i><b>where the winds of faith blow</b></i><br />
<i><b>and yellow, the fields of belief</b></i><br />
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<i><b>See how mad i am?</b></i><br />
<i><b>i see you smiling by now</b></i><br />
<i><b>Asking from this lunatic lover, for help</b></i><br />
<i><b>my heartbeats for you, louder chirp</b></i><br />
<i><b>when you my deep love syrup, silently, slurp!</b></i><br />
<i><b>between yourself and you</b></i><br />
<i><b>what more can i of you,</b></i><br />
<i><b>turn into?</b></i><br />
<i><b>i smile too!</b></i><br />
<i><b>out of my poetic cocoon</b></i><br />
<i><b>to your Caffeinated swoon</b></i><br />
<i><b>keep it always as strong my love</b></i><br />
<i><b>just the way we like it</b></i><br />
<i><b>and like your Espresso flowing in me</b></i><br />
<i><b>this lusciously hot and sugar free. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>If you are to count your breaths,</b></i><br />
<i><b>taking our breaths loving you, away </b></i><br />
<i><b>count them!</b></i><br />
<i><b>we are more</b></i><br />
<i><b>If you may count your heartbeats</b></i><br />
<i><b>beating our loving you in our hearts </b></i><br />
<i><b>for the life of me, do it!</b></i><br />
<i><b>we are still more!</b></i><br />
<i><b>If you can count the stars falling of your night hair</b></i><br />
<i><b>turning our long darkness into daylight, </b></i><br />
<i><b>count!</b></i><br />
<i><b>we will outnumber your hair</b></i><br />
<i><b>if you can count the tears</b></i><br />
<i><b>we at your sadness shed</b></i><br />
<i><b>go ahead!</b></i><br />
<i><b>we will always lead the tears chart ahead</b></i><br />
<i><b>If you are to then count the smiles</b></i><br />
<i><b>you wholeheartedly on our faces thread</b></i><br />
<i><b>be my guest!</b></i><br />
<i><b>we are far more than the forum smiles</b></i><br />
<i><b>and your shy to show on screen from the heart, laughter </b></i><br />
<i><b>and if you even might</b></i><br />
<i><b>try counting of your eyes the light</b></i><br />
<i><b>that made us win this everyday fight</b></i><br />
<i><b>just at your shinning sight</b></i><br />
<i><b>we take over every plight</b></i><br />
<i><b>wearing your love armors</b></i><br />
<i><b>and our infinite in you, faith</b></i><br />
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<i><b>Let's see if you can count the love</b></i><br />
<i><b>that made a girl on her sleeping feet, before you, stands</b></i><br />
<i><b>that made a woman spells your name,</b></i><br />
<i><b>with a heavy tongue</b></i><br />
<i><b>that made a simple man work harder </b></i><br />
<i><b>beneath a hanging banner of your words</b></i><br />
<i><b>that made a lonely mother have the world by her side</b></i><br />
<i><b>just because you are</b></i><br />
<i><b>that made an ailing father feel like us as proud</b></i><br />
<i><b>because he has like you, a son.</b></i><br />
<i><b>that made us feel with you, a whole one</b></i><br />
<i><b>together we get this life done!</b></i><br />
<i><b>our battles bravely won</b></i><br />
<i><b>when you simply sun...</b></i><br />
<i><b>and yes tell me, how can you count the fun?</b></i><br />
<i><b>we all have when your dimples at us, get undone...</b></i><br />
<i><b>our love filmstrip is a forever run</b></i><br />
<i><b>released at your every blink</b></i><br />
<i><b>and ruling the numberless-office ever since.</b></i><br />
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<i><b>So, let's see if you can be at math that clever</b></i><br />
<i><b>if you can count this heart's every shiver</b></i><br />
<i><b>at the mere mention of your name</b></i><br />
<i><b>how life is never the same</b></i><br />
<i><b>at your every coming frame</b></i><br />
<i><b>if only you could put into figure</b></i><br />
<i><b>how much languages we could decipher</b></i><br />
<i><b>at your encrypted stare</b></i><br />
<i><b>the hope we hopefully wear</b></i><br />
<i><b>at your each celluloid party</b></i><br />
<i><b>where the drinks of thrill are for free</b></i><br />
<i><b>and with abandon are the delights of belief.</b></i><br />
<i><b>and if you could</b></i><br />
<i><b>try counting the hugs</b></i><br />
<i><b>we flesh give or soul send</b></i><br />
<i><b>the bleeding wounds your healing love signs mend</b></i><br />
<i><b>the virtual arms you linguistically spread</b></i><br />
<i><b>made the hard times before our power then, bend </b></i><br />
<i><b>only you can comprehend</b></i><br />
<i><b></b></i><br />
<i><b>our love can't come in numbers my love</b></i><br />
<i><b>and like you, i am that bad at math! </b></i><br />
<i><b>though we are twenty seven million lovers by now,</b></i><br />
<i><b>and counting. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>Today i ran for 5km.2</b></i><br />
<i><b>took a long shower and went for a walk</b></i><br />
<i><b>the streets and i talk</b></i><br />
<i><b>and the hot breeze listened</b></i><br />
<i><b>to the sad song of my feet</b></i><br />
<i><b>i also finally got to unpack</b></i><br />
<i><b>it's been only two days back</b></i><br />
<i><b>that i unfolded my excitement tee</b></i><br />
<i><b>and jumped into my happiness perfect pair of jeans </b></i><br />
<i><b>to the dreams hall where we soul met </b></i><br />
<i><b>it was all so beautifully set!</b></i><br />
<i><b>i threw my tantrums at the boiling pot </b></i><br />
<i><b>then i invited my annoying neighbor to lunch</b></i><br />
<i><b>laughed at her silly jokes</b></i><br />
<i><b>to tears...</b></i><br />
<i><b>i had coffee with my fears</b></i><br />
<i><b>low fat cookies on a China plate of my-about you- </b></i><br />
<i><b>worry</b></i><br />
<i><b>i rearranged my what if(s) drawers</b></i><br />
<i><b>dusted the happy memories book shelves</b></i><br />
<i><b>mopped these silly doubts off my mind floor</b></i><br />
<i><b>and stared for an hour at the bloody door</b></i><br />
<i><b>as if you will anytime come knocking</b></i><br />
<i><b>a big smile on your face and your king size, like my love, wordily, hug</b></i><br />
<i><b>and with both trembling hands i held that steaming mug</b></i><br />
<i><b>of belief</b></i><br />
<i><b>but after a long write on a blog page that remained blank,</b></i><br />
<i><b>my heart sank... </b></i><br />
<i><b>Every verse is a scandal</b></i><br />
<i><b>how do i poem you?</b></i><br />
<i><b>without stripping my soul </b></i><br />
<i><b>dancing around your eyes pole naked</b></i><br />
<i><b>in a ballad of wishes </b></i><br />
<i><b>Every sigh is but ablaze</b></i><br />
<i><b>how do i breathe you</b></i><br />
<i><b>without burning the northern wind </b></i><br />
<i><b>blowing my longing in the void</b></i><br />
<i><b>only you can refill</b></i><br />
<i><b>you tell!</b></i><br />
<i><b>when every silence is a scream</b></i><br />
<i><b>how do i pray your name</b></i><br />
<i><b>without the universe hymns echo,</b></i><br />
<i><b>Amen.</b></i><br />
<i><b>Every tear is but a flood </b></i><br />
<i><b>how do i cry you</b></i><br />
<i><b>without drowning in your absence mud</b></i><br />
<i><b>growing rain forests of halt</b></i><br />
<i><b>and a harvest of anticipation </b></i><br />
<i><b>Every time unit is but an Everest summit</b></i><br />
<i><b>if they still consider it Highest!</b></i><br />
<i><b>centuries pass on me as seconds </b></i><br />
<i><b>holding my heart glass hour</b></i><br />
<i><b>and counting the sands of my fading heartbeats</b></i><br />
<i><b>at your empty harbor</b></i><br />
<i><b>if only i can grow wings for shelter</b></i><br />
<i><b>deeper dimples for your laughter</b></i><br />
<i><b>or may be continents far spread my arms tighter</b></i><br />
<i><b>light their blind eyes wider</b></i><br />
<i><b>get to be your freedom fighter!</b></i><br />
<i><b>and you my noble cause</b></i><br />
<i><b>with a shield of a prose</b></i><br />
<i><b>and a whole scabbard of poetry</b></i><br />
<i><b>if i may i would</b></i><br />
<i><b>be the ground you stood</b></i><br />
<i><b>the have"s" you should</b></i><br />
<i><b>so you never would</b></i><br />
<i><b>if only i could...</b></i><br />
<i><b>Dylan the times away</b></i><br />
<i><b>for my love, they are a changing</b></i><br />
<i><b>man this life piano</b></i><br />
<i><b>on your looney tunes</b></i><br />
<i><b>and seek in me what is you, seeking. </b></i><br />
<i><b>Rise stronger</b></i><br />
<i><b>at your back an army of your full wonder</b></i><br />
<i><b>the fields of smiles you once seeded, </b></i><br />
<i><b>will back at you now linger</b></i><br />
<i><b>and the skies of possibilities you cracked open</b></i><br />
<i><b>will upon you, love hail.</b></i><br />
<i><b>unbutton this pain shirt </b></i><br />
<i><b>and show off your power tattoo</b></i><br />
<i><b>we are just lost without you</b></i><br />
<i><b>my heart and i...</b></i><br />
<i><b>and yes i forgot to tell you,</b></i><br />
<i><b>the rest of the day i spent by the window</b></i><br />
<i><b>had a mango,</b></i><br />
<i><b>and a whole pack of wait. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>O the desires my love</b></i><br />
<i><b>i see you</b></i><br />
<i><b>and my sky sparks with shooting stars</b></i><br />
<i><b>see, i had had stopped wanting</b></i><br />
<i><b>then you came with the desires</b></i><br />
<i><b>the bird who had home on the wire</b></i><br />
<i><b>phurrred off</b></i><br />
<i><b>to new horizons of your pleasure</b></i><br />
<i><b>so now:</b></i><br />
<i><b>i want years with months of your eyelashes trips,</b></i><br />
<i><b>Julies of your warm wishes</b></i><br />
<i><b>And Novembers of beginnings that are as sweet</b></i><br />
<i><b>i want seasons with the dances of your lips</b></i><br />
<i><b>the falling leaves of ur resistance</b></i><br />
<i><b>and the blooming fields of my poetic tongue </b></i><br />
<i><b>i want time that only counts at your every hair song</b></i><br />
<i><b>weeks with you that are as your absence, </b></i><br />
<i><b>long</b></i><br />
<i><b>dates with your fingers play</b></i><br />
<i><b>and with your sighs, a calendar of hummings </b></i><br />
<i><b>i want sea waves of your comings</b></i><br />
<i><b>And the sand of all the shores is but</b></i><br />
<i><b>my wide arms opened</b></i><br />
<i><b>i want winds that take me to you</b></i><br />
<i><b>and of your breaths, taking you to me, hurricanes</b></i><br />
<i><b>i want a city with your hints buildings</b></i><br />
<i><b>populations of your face vocabulary</b></i><br />
<i><b>i want full stadiums of your winks cheerleaders</b></i><br />
<i><b>as my eyes to your heart net, score</b></i><br />
<i><b> </b></i><br />
<i><b>I want Hyde Parks of your unspoken love</b></i><br />
<i><b>with the happy children of our faith</b></i><br />
<i><b>swinging along</b></i><br />
<i><b>i want a religion where your name is my prayer</b></i><br />
<i><b>and a pilgrimage from your heartbeats shrine to mine</b></i><br />
<i><b>i want of your acceptance wine,</b></i><br />
<i><b>an overflowing chalice</b></i><br />
<i><b>a mischievous laugh</b></i><br />
<i><b>a shivering autograph</b></i><br />
<i><b>on my nape</b></i><br />
<i><b>to your neverland, i plan my escape</b></i><br />
<i><b>a war of your peace</b></i><br />
<i><b>i am asking for</b></i><br />
<i><b>i want invaded towns with your dimples army</b></i><br />
<i><b>and victory parades of your returning home fighter smiles</b></i><br />
<i><b>i want ocean waves of your stares</b></i><br />
<i><b>belief icebergs crashing my doubts Titanics</b></i><br />
<i><b>and your after storm rainbows of grace.</b></i><br />
<i><b>i want your love made</b></i><br />
<i><b>your enlightened shade</b></i><br />
<i><b>winters of your silence fire-bones</b></i><br />
<i><b>and a summer breeze of your burning sighs</b></i><br />
<i><b>Utopian answers of our reality whens and whys</b></i><br />
<i><b>i want honest lies</b></i><br />
<i><b>only your twisted lips can tell</b></i><br />
<i><b>your heaven and my hell</b></i><br />
<i><b>what i'ld buy if u sell</b></i><br />
<i><b>i want nights as long as my wait,</b></i><br />
<i><b>and your want.</b></i><br />
<i><b>i want morning with your coming as sun</b></i><br />
<i><b>i dream of being your every bad habit</b></i><br />
<i><b>your forbidden is in my law, legit!</b></i><br />
<i><b>when you don't get it</b></i><br />
<i><b>just let it...</b></i><br />
<i><b>All i want is a me of you</b></i><br />
<i><b>A company with your solitude</b></i><br />
<i><b>and with my loneliness at your forgetfulness bar, a drink</b></i><br />
<i><b>i want touristic sites of your historic abs</b></i><br />
<i><b>ancient castles of resistance at your erupting vein collapse</b></i><br />
<i><b>and museums for every inch of you only i</b></i><br />
<i><b>can explain</b></i><br />
<i><b>a guide in you for a tour</b></i><br />
<i><b>and a tour into me, you guide </b></i><br />
<i><b>i want a new wardrobe!</b></i><br />
<i><b>A dress of my last countdown before we flesh meet</b></i><br />
<i><b>Louboutins of my fear</b></i><br />
<i><b>Guccis of this bittersweet tear</b></i><br />
<i><b>and a CK of my Euphoria to your scent,a flight </b></i><br />
<i><b>i want your light</b></i><br />
<i><b>for the butterflies of my mind show</b></i><br />
<i><b>i want of your exhales , my air</b></i><br />
<i><b>i want you in my everywhere</b></i><br />
<i><b>As i stand in our location Nowhere</b></i><br />
<i><b>Destination you...</b></i><br />
<i><b>flying kisses of my hurrying patience</b></i><br />
<i><b>At your boulevard of wishes. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>Come to my city!</b></i><br />
<i><b>wander in my old Cairo streets of longing</b></i><br />
<i><b>Sit, in the Cafes of my Pharaonic waiting</b></i><br />
<i><b>watch the sunset at the pyramids of our patience</b></i><br />
<i><b>And wonder the hymn walls of this loud silence</b></i><br />
<i><b>ride with me</b></i><br />
<i><b>the camels of my fantasy </b></i><br />
<i><b>where every desert sand is a wish</b></i><br />
<i><b>coming at your footsteps, true</b></i><br />
<i><b>if only you knew...</b></i><br />
<i><b>flow with my Nile of hope</b></i><br />
<i><b>your sailing desperate boat</b></i><br />
<i><b>it had been but a drought</b></i><br />
<i><b>since your eyes last had flood</b></i><br />
<i><b>of the unsaid words a drizzle</b></i><br />
<i><b>and of the poetic stares,</b></i><br />
<i><b>a monsoon</b></i><br />
<i><b>in my Heliopolitan night, a moon</b></i><br />
<i><b>And off the Sufi minarets of my heart</b></i><br />
<i><b>for your eyes prayer, a call</b></i><br />
<i><b>come to me, my one and all</b></i><br />
<i><b>At my triumphant citadel of acceptance</b></i><br />
<i><b>the march of my lyrical troupes</b></i><br />
<i><b>of the knight lines, an army</b></i><br />
<i><b>awaiting for you</b></i><br />
<i><b>At the top of my cell tower, a sky</b></i><br />
<i><b>Come by!</b></i><br />
<i><b>let me Isis your Osirid fears</b></i><br />
<i><b>And Radha off your burning soul,</b></i><br />
<i><b>this distance hot milk</b></i><br />
<i><b>don't too much think</b></i><br />
<i><b>Come closer</b></i><br />
<i><b>To my cheeks' town of smiles</b></i><br />
<i><b>cross between us in a word, the million miles</b></i><br />
<i><b>And across my seas of doubts, wing</b></i><br />
<i><b>Hold me to your Heart as you Sing(h)</b></i><br />
<i><b>Harrying the out of me, your Sejal</b></i><br />
<i><b>For when what seeking you is what you seek</b></i><br />
<i><b>Even if you never yet met,</b></i><br />
<i><b>in the city of your love, you do</b></i><br />
<i><b>All the ring roads are to your heart, guides</b></i><br />
<i><b>and every somewhere found love meeting, </b></i><br />
<i><b>Stay but met.</b></i><br />
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<i><b>How can i get nostalgic about a feeling</b></i><br />
<i><b>i am yet to feel?</b></i><br />
<i><b>a place i am yet to reach</b></i><br />
<i><b>a hug i am yet to get</b></i><br />
<i><b>a meeting i am yet to have met</b></i><br />
<i><b>and a whole new me</b></i><br />
<i><b>in your eyes reborn</b></i><br />
<i><b>or yet </b></i><br />
<i><b>How can i feel them on a roll</b></i><br />
<i><b>those tears at your sight,</b></i><br />
<i><b>i am yet to unleash</b></i><br />
<i><b>How can i see my face reflection</b></i><br />
<i><b>in the eyes i am yet to mirror</b></i><br />
<i><b>how could it not be a horror!</b></i><br />
<i><b>living and dying in your every single blink</b></i><br />
<i><b>while cruel you stays awake</b></i><br />
<i><b>as i lay in your yearning </b></i><br />
<i><b>and off your cuffed tears, drink</b></i><br />
<i><b>neither you see me</b></i><br />
<i><b>nor i ever get my fill</b></i><br />
<i><b></b></i><br />
<i><b>inhaling a scent i am yet to breathe</b></i><br />
<i><b>that up close and personal</b></i><br />
<i><b>skin deep yet sprinkled in your breeze </b></i><br />
<i><b>neither you feel me</b></i><br />
<i><b>nor i ever for good get my will </b></i><br />
<i><b>How can i recall a voice tone in my name</b></i><br />
<i><b>that i am yet to hear</b></i><br />
<i><b>how can it sounds like music to my ear</b></i><br />
<i><b>when you say, "yes, i do.. Abeer"</b></i><br />
<i><b>to what i am yet to ask</b></i><br />
<i><b>how can i see beneath your mask</b></i><br />
<i><b>holding your faceless face</b></i><br />
<i><b>with my heartless heart that tenderly </b></i><br />
<i><b>neither you know me,</b></i><br />
<i><b>nor i ever, until you do, myself will</b></i><br />
<i><b><br /></b></i>
<i><b>How can i relive every day a moment </b></i><br />
<i><b>that our time is yet to live</b></i><br />
<i><b>how is it possible that i recite you poems,</b></i><br />
<i><b>that i am yet to write</b></i><br />
<i><b>by the heart of my heart</b></i><br />
<i><b>where you moon sometimes</b></i><br />
<i><b>and i in the obscurity of your ebbing hairs, light</b></i><br />
<i><b>how do i tell them about your warm handshakes</b></i><br />
<i><b>your awkward silences and intimate smile takes </b></i><br />
<i><b>and how do i know about your soft cheek pecks</b></i><br />
<i><b>when my hands are frozen cold in my melancholy</b></i><br />
<i><b>and yet dry are my lips' wells </b></i><br />
<i><b><br /></b></i>
<i><b>How am i able to explain reasons i am yet to give</b></i><br />
<i><b>a life that i already live yet still am to live</b></i><br />
<i><b>how do i find the answers of the questions</b></i><br />
<i><b>you are yet to ask</b></i><br />
<i><b>and stare them back at your confusion mask </b></i><br />
<i><b>I sit around the bone fire of my solitude</b></i><br />
<i><b>spin with your loneliness the bottle</b></i><br />
<i><b>and i dare to kiss the pain out of you</b></i><br />
<i><b>playing the guitar of your quietude</b></i><br />
<i><b>flying my gypsy hairs of desire,</b></i><br />
<i><b>singing, with your cool wind of need</b></i><br />
<i><b>we laugh at the bad jokes of our time</b></i><br />
<i><b>and dance in our patience moonlight</b></i><br />
<i><b>starting forests fires with your kohled lines</b></i><br />
<i><b>and turning them wildly,</b></i><br />
<i><b>my madness windmills </b></i><br />
<i><b><br /></b></i>
<i><b>I keep little things of you</b></i><br />
<i><b>in my special unpublished box</b></i><br />
<i><b>that word you wouldn't say</b></i><br />
<i><b>wrapped in little black denial lace</b></i><br />
<i><b>kept in my delusional epic embrace</b></i><br />
<i><b>and that poem for me you never recite</b></i><br />
<i><b>laying there in the corner of mute, </b></i><i><b><i><b>screaming undercover</b></i> </b></i><br />
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<i><b>those sighs you at my stubborn verse utter</b></i><br />
<i><b>and your beneath the dark glasses of longing glim</b></i><br />
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<i><b>your before your coming and 8 hours after you leave aroma,</b></i><br />
<i><b>bottled in my yet to refill lungs of hope</b></i><br />
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<i><b>What should i your eyes tell</b></i><br />
<i><b>when they ask me about the gazes i quill</b></i><br />
<i><b>and get inked in the bruises of my soul</b></i><br />
<i><b>though you don't bother</b></i><br />
<i><b>how do i know better</b></i><br />
<i><b>carving you acceptance hymns</b></i><br />
<i><b>at the sun temples of my monotheistic mind</b></i><br />
<i><b>burning my unconditional incense</b></i><br />
<i><b>at your to me never comings alter</b></i><br />
<i><b>how can i keep hearing in my soul ears</b></i><br />
<i><b>your with me unlaughed laughter</b></i><br />
<i><b>how am i to fit in the 140 arms character </b></i><br />
<i><b>your unlimited arms shelter </b></i><br />
<i><b>As if i lived it all my lifetimes to come,</b></i><br />
<i><b>as if i was but everyone you ever hugged,</b></i><br />
<i><b>or yet.</b></i><br />
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<i><b>Dear Sling,</b></i><br />
<i><b><br /></b></i>
<i><b>You know where you're going?</b></i><br />
<i><b>Around which royal flesh and bone?</b></i><br />
<i><b>you're a naturally gifted one you know</b></i><br />
<i><b>making it on your own not of a branded slingy background or so</b></i><br />
<i><b>it's an arm that supports and shelter</b></i><br />
<i><b>A home in the form of a shoulder</b></i><br />
<i><b>a life giver</b></i><br />
<i><b>A love winner</b></i><br />
<i><b>A whole world for millions</b></i><br />
<i><b>will be hanging in your sacred mission</b></i><br />
<i><b>A universe of his love will with you, every time he waves, swing</b></i><br />
<i><b>Oh my dear sling</b></i><br />
<i><b>All my heartbeats for you sing</b></i><br />
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<i><b>would you of him take good care?</b></i><br />
<i><b>Ease his pains and peace our ware?</b></i><br />
<i><b>stay strong</b></i><br />
<i><b>But don't stay that long!</b></i><br />
<i><b>May he of you never be anymore in need</b></i><br />
<i><b>And as you're there</b></i><br />
<i><b>sneak in to his practically everywhere</b></i><br />
<i><b>closer to that precious left part</b></i><br />
<i><b>where he keeps the love in the heart of heart</b></i><br />
<i><b>but shut your eyes when i in there rise</b></i><br />
<i><b>let me have my moments in paradise</b></i><br />
<i><b>let me undress that eloquent silence</b></i><br />
<i><b>word per word</b></i><br />
<i><b>Unbutton his torn shirt of absence</b></i><br />
<i><b>into my bare sheet word</b></i><br />
<i><b>As i pass my mind fingers around</b></i><br />
<i><b>all the way to his senses abound</b></i><br />
<i><b>no stop here my dear!</b></i><br />
<i><b>you're not allowed to watch from here!</b></i><br />
<i><b>that shoulder i'll now heart sling</b></i><br />
<i><b>Bosom hold and comfort bring</b></i><br />
<i><b>see how lucky you are!</b></i><br />
<i><b>around when he is finally by himself</b></i><br />
<i><b>wearing some moments for the night</b></i><br />
<i><b>and taking some others off</b></i><br />
<i><b>smoking the day with the hand on the right</b></i><br />
<i><b>and acting a smile or shaking a frown off</b></i><br />
<i><b>the peak of your life is now my dear sling!</b></i><br />
<i><b>in a few day you'll retire and lay on the forgetting shelf </b></i><br />
<i><b>of else-everything</b></i><br />
<i><b>so live it well!</b></i><br />
<i><b>Give him all the strength of will</b></i><br />
<i><b>U can't imagine how special it is</b></i><br />
<i><b>to hold the hand of love</b></i><br />
<i><b>And rest your head on His in a minor surgery</b></i><br />
<i><b>followed up left healing shoulder.</b></i><br />
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<i><b>Yours sincerely,</b></i><br />
<i><b>His heartbeat. </b></i><br />
<i><b> </b></i><br />
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<i><b>How is the shoulder?</b></i><br />
<i><b>The left one, that fighter?</b></i><br />
<i><b>Have they reached yet,</b></i><br />
<i><b>my kisses?</b></i><br />
<i><b>..The lyrical ones of the writer</b></i><br />
<i><b>were they s warm?</b></i><br />
<i><b>were they as tender?</b></i><br />
<i><b>Had they carried all my being for you in a peck whisper?</b></i><br />
<i><b>And the soft hugs of the helpless million miles away as close, lover</b></i><br />
<i><b>Have you felt the sea turning at your window in a teary moisture?</b></i><br />
<i><b>the winds singing and the sun dancing venture</b></i><br />
<i><b>a breath of me blown in that calling thunder</b></i><br />
<i><b>a universe of me had just falter</b></i><br />
<i><b>when you in anyway hurt</b></i><br />
<i><b>as major to me as minor</b></i><br />
<i><b>So tell the curious wound you're now stronger</b></i><br />
<i><b>crash the pain with a larger than life laughter</b></i><br />
<i><b>read the itches away in my antibiotic lines</b></i><br />
<i><b>And spell the moments in a pain killer gaze of your eyes</b></i><br />
<i><b>conjuration</b></i><br />
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<i><b>Rest some more in the arms of my mind bed</b></i><br />
<i><b>story of my heart, for you, i'll Sunday thread</b></i><br />
<i><b>A solo release!</b></i><br />
<i><b>Flowing off that love Chalice</b></i><br />
<i><b>So just be my only audience</b></i><br />
<i><b>in our one seat hall of love</b></i><br />
<i><b>PopCorn along the time in smiles</b></i><br />
<i><b>And Pepsi on the dreamer thrills!</b></i><br />
<i><b>Nacho bag these silly worries</b></i><br />
<i><b>And Coffee on this life's bitter scenes</b></i><br />
<i><b>sit back at my one eye theatre</b></i><br />
<i><b>enjoy our madness celluloid dance</b></i><br />
<i><b>watch my gypsy hairs tip-toe my longing</b></i><br />
<i><b>at the "Not Me" spread aside shelter </b></i><br />
<i><b>And feel my roaming guitar finger</b></i><br />
<i><b>playing my sleepless night by your followed up shoulder</b></i><br />
<i><b>oh see! here they come!</b></i><br />
<i><b>this bad gang of fears</b></i><br />
<i><b>wearing crowns of long distance</b></i><br />
<i><b>and heavy boots of expectations</b></i><br />
<i><b>chasing after my heart beliefs</b></i><br />
<i><b>firing their guns of doubts at my faith</b></i><br />
<i><b>as i run into the wilderness of possibilities</b></i><br />
<i><b>no you can't put me down!</b></i><br />
<i><b>you can't put him down!</b></i><br />
<i><b> holing hope by the hand</b></i><br />
<i><b>i am the viking of my heart</b></i><br />
<i><b>shooting your every pain dead</b></i><br />
<i><b>i put on the wings of words</b></i><br />
<i><b>fly into the skies of our wonderland</b></i><br />
<i><b>A superhero of my own</b></i><br />
<i><b>in my red cloak of poetry</b></i><br />
<i><b>waving my healing prayers swords</b></i><br />
<i><b>An Alice on the other side of the mirror</b></i><br />
<i><b>where everything is possible...</b></i><br />
<i><b>even being by your side right now</b></i><br />
<i><b>holding the right hand and kissing the left</b></i><br />
<i><b>praying for you at the feet of fate</b></i><br />
<i><b>and burning at every alter of forgiveness</b></i><br />
<i><b>my get well soon wishes incense.</b></i><br />
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<i><b>Get well soon my love..</b></i><br />
<i><b>May it be me never you</b></i><br />
<i><b>sending you all my positive energy, love and hugs</b></i><br />
<i><b>you are in my prayers always.</b></i><br />
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