They say you can cook! Aah... (You should've seen of me that look!) what can you ever make darling other than love? You foreplay the raw words into boiling fantasies Tickle the fresh distance alphabet into golden Alchemies Pasta the yearning into softened strands of rhapsodies and chicken the expectation in your short arrival pot saucing on your coming absence in a bet all thick and juicy Yet as flamboyant, your coming is as giant as your hiding presence. Heavy breaths mixed with pan screen sighs smokey rings curling with cumin chirp cries hurling fat fingers of crave incensing your masculine after shave with my scented delivering sweat cooking my love for you in a metaphoric banquet where i feast on who you get to be once you are just yourself with me stripping off the cloak of time bare to my exotic seasonal mind cooking
So you can frown when i kiss you only on the lips shout at my hands blown for only touching your bragging hips you can laugh out loud also then at my giggling your bursting abs picks and you can cry louder in the heart of my breast you can eat of my home made comfort food as much as you would ever want slowly sip on my hot caffeinated verse smashing all the ticking clocks of the world no, i won't ever let you french leave stilling time in my bosom shaft you can believe everything you feel then as your roaming hands upon my doubts skin would you can take off your shoes at my love temple and lay bare feet at my lips alter you can scream in my throat louder and shut with every stare of you my craving whisper And when you are not tiered, you can also rest just for the sake of it break all your toys and sit! This is what happens and it's okay my love! with all your love you might as well hit those cuddling lines with your sharpest wit you can video all your games in my head win your well deserved trophies in our poetic bouncy bed
For once i want you to be of you whomever you that you are not accepting i want to touch that face you hate the most, and color with everyday life's make up. kiss every scar you blush slow down every speech you rush for the fear of being understood i want to rip you off your every Raj and Rahul and hold you off your own fears' Don pick up those sparkling pieces you rust and serve you this soul you seductively torment back in a simple loving time achievement award you are one whole beloved with all your appetizer small dots and muted caps with all your snack snaps and main course chills your eyes may revive and kill but your unmade up heart face is my pillar of resurrection and your intoned mind is where i mix with all your ingredients in a making love recipe.
Look at me! once.. gaze at what you can't of me see! fix your closed eyes in my blurry vision pick my tear before it drops lip my eyelids and let time stops feed this selfish monster breed in me your special gender seed in my veins some grains of you water my desert with your poisonous rainfall let me die a fertile land expecting your insanely wise crops in a thought of the day long pregnancy call my name, once.. tickle those dimples as you pronounce my dangling four letters off the heart of your epiglottis Call my name, once... and i shall live forever Sometimes we get scared of the things we love the most or may be for them if they get too close we watch with eyes wide close what we would wish of them to see, and gaze upon what they truly are Personalize your stare take me off every word i wear grab my verse waist to your prose chest kiss off my lips all these rhymes i mist shut me up when i don't talk breathe yourself in me when i choke cut me off you. and let me bleed you in. love me the most when i least deserve it or better don't. i don't deserve it.
Taste me... as i honey drip in your first morning Coffee and inhale my addictive nicotine mind roll you are capable of everything! bring me roses of your body garden sing me a song composed by your eyes string my poem skin with your acoustic soul fingers rock on my belief with your heart drums Springsteen my ears when you are on fire swing like a Sultan when i strait dire Joel me love just the way i am and foreigner the Hero of my jukebox Prince like face my one shoe Cinderella be the beauty to my beast Disney on all my fantasies And save me every time i sprint my life's ankle just like a zaara's veer would do And if you need to put on some weight eat this distance in a the characteristic birdy bite Don these demons in a vfxed fight Om me in all my lifetimes to come as i Shanti yours out off my poetic fire Samar Anand my Meera insecurities Raj your Simran out of me Be the Franky to my Johnny and the making love Camera Lens to my moaning celluloid. Because without you, i become all that i should avoid an almost made up poem kinda thing And i know Bukowski would've been in upper case proud.
Look at me, when you are not looking turn my life upside down in a blink let me touch your chalice spilling off your favorite drink talk about me to your burning "Classics" discuss me to your worn out blue tooth brush detail my mind curves to your in public greeting blush convict me with your homicide longings count me in your own personal belongings seduce my resistance with your leaving comings and bring me on in an anonymous quote hug me tight in a random thought ask me out in your book for a date Oops me in a childish giggle, when you're late! And when you can't finish your plate kiss me with your first then interrupting cigarette. smoking -my real life around you- marionette And when you can't sleep, pillow me in your mushy troubled mindset nurse of my madness breasts as i lullaby your forgotten dreams ahead to the tunes of your miraculous being in me Telling each hair of you a bedtime story about an invisible butterfly whose wings are made of light.
Demanding to be felt like pain your absence kicks in the velvet heart stabs in the crimson soul in a reloaded Colt commander shot i bleed you of you when you come but you never arrive when you are around yet around not i still wait for you like an orphan star waiting for its moon in the night of its eclipse like a birthday wish that you whisper to the blown candles of that cake you never tasted like loving you. it goes on for-the-ever of your comings' Majesty
Waiting for you me the one who never even waited for a last breath to come save a life me the one who never ever knew Time stops with longing Hearts like an old shipwreck sinking in the sea of nonsense until you come to storm the Time Harbors away waiting for you... i wash the clean dishes twice talk to my neighbor about her new hair cut that i actually, don't like! i bake cookies with your name initials and make mad love to you in a satin blog verse i get dared with all my doubts in your faithful Russian roulette Waiting for you, i can't wait for you
i can't read freakin Dostoevsky fly with Whitman or land with Whinehouse and Chopin i envision Murakami out of his shore and ask him about you may be you have been with Chopsky or Adams Surfing the Hitchhiker guide of this damn galaxy! i hold on to our date off Krauss' History of love So i check on you at Iqbal and Agha Shahid Ali i check on you in the darkest of my heart Alley
Waiting to meet you behind the virtual door of Rumi between the right going and the wrong i wear your words in a black laced thong
I can't listen to Om Kolthoum hearts my heart out or Maria Callas' climax in a song
My afternoon Tea with mint gets cold waiting for you, my caffeinated secrets get bare told The hands in my watch go only to the left
to a time that is timeless and has no place and to a universe with no atmosphere nor space you don't come when you come and when you don't, you do you sometimes rise when you fall right into my bosom union of the lonely one and the lonesome taking off all the moments of wait naked to the bones of love waiting with my linguistic fluffy cuffs and the poetic whip of my verse kiss lashing your silence with my lips and torturing with my native tongue your worn out waiting, vocabulary because just like waiting for you
i haven't waited for you,
i waited for my much desired in you, eternity.
In me you burge like an urgent urge Hard for a word softer than a word touch waiting for my "you" to steam off the ashes of this anxious cigarette until i burn to the filter i see you with my stained finger listen to you with my wet of a poem's eyes waiting for you i don't pass the still time but the time stills, passing me. waiting for you is how i tip toe on the fire line of hope hopelessly struggling with my life's convulsing final pangs. Waiting for you, so that you would come.. only you do as fast as..you don't.
Darling, Do you still wander in the turbulent alleys of your Heart surfing the longing clouds for shelter? Do you still wonder? about this mesmerizing Hypnotizing Madly rising in your love writer? well, in case you are Just let me try to introduce myself You know that place you love the most but you never go that gush of air you breathe in when you know but you don't know this most awaited river flow This urge to hide what your covers show in some heat felt pole dancing Coffee Steam That empty seat in your private jet where no one dares to sit but my poems and my traveling silhouette that shampoo bottle you never use this Ralph Loren towels you excessively abuse So I get to hold your pearls of sweat, and rinse away your sporting pain clinging to your windows pane I hail, like your own petrified rain composed like a verse you never share and forgotten like your haunting dream It's when you can't but you can't.. it's when you would when you wouldn't.. It's when you could that you couldn't it's when you are that you aren't it's when you aren't what you are that i am...or i seem Me the gentlest breeze
like a butterfly wing and the terrifying savage like the wildest wind dance me, the last chance and your every possibility the fertile desert and the arid Nile Delta me Your pie and the Hipta me, the one who has no features until you come i grow two eyes, two lips and a heart beating off two breasts i turn into the myths goddesses For the oracles of your Arrival riding all your metaphoric winged cyclones seducing my mind unicorns to the fairy tales Beam
Me... the one who gets tortured with your silent presence and sadistically whipped with your wordless words An ocean with no shore A want you will forever sore the endless beginning and the journey the Fire cracking in your winter chimney The safety of your red pack of Classics And the tightest hug your fingers press against that black iphone Safari Scroll Do you still wonder? if i have a weight and a height? some flesh and blood if i am not a fish or a bird i am all you wish you can have' and lose i am the tied and the loose the healing and the bruise i am the loudest cheers and the blues of the blues i am when it rains fire balls and when it snows in hews i am where you can burst and curse and like a child you would curl and nurse i am the dead without you if you know what i mean...
I speak to chairs, cuddle to blankets and lock lips to screens and posters i am the sweetest of the monsters and the one angel that fell as if you can't by now tell O My love, we're too screwed to shell making love to our personified visions behind a perfect poetic caption and an infatuated twittvideo Camera Lens.
"My" belated birthday gift Is as overwhelming as my gifted wit! Another me in my classical pose what life poem would you prose, shining fella? do you hurt yourself like i do? what role-plays do they give you? my people are the best with all this love i am truly blessed! But how would they get the years i could only count in moments that i don't hold numbers for How would they taste the sweat? that had soaked my everyday into night How would they uncry the tears i secretly let go of on a demanding shot? The laughs i had to shake with the cameramen on set or those i genuinely break at an old joke that never got old and a line that suddenly got headlined bold what memories would these silver eyes hold? would these arms still keep the hugs i gave or got? or this open shirt, would it still scent those dears who left? what about those steel like ears? do they echo the loved ones voices and the wild screams of love and crowd cheers? the lips are sealed here may be like the ones in real what of me do they spell of what i keep? and those eyes..would they ever sleep? what dreams do they not remember what hopes could they wickedly shelter? does this heart beat? or just like mine, it does weep the nose is as aristocratic alright! could it had kept my mother's Biryani smell a mile away but then i bet the bloody sinus has finally left no more Aphrin for this lucky gent! what's there in this unbuttoned shaft does it hold the yearning of every woman i met ? the abs i sport hide there ,i bet in the extreme upper left does it has as much steel plates as i brace? What pain killers could it possibly be on for this knee pain i chase? what make up does it wear for a funny face? the pant folds are quite impressive no iron shall ever be needed nor a pleat and yes, it will never be for anything late! shining shoes frozen blues but it made worldwide news just like i do.
it seems as reel as true a chrome solid me One that i couldn't be with all the knives i had gone under i couldn't for the life of me uncry those silly tears my dogs with me had shared or unsay these wordless words my silence had beard i couldn't unscar the bruises of my soul nor get those who left, back with a shooting star call but this one doesn't burn his heart out in a cigarette nobody would nag him to quit! it has a shadow, a light and a silhouette but what if the days cut him out bare like they did to me what color would its blood be? it can still retain cherry lipsticks but How many kisses would it take for it to blink? ah..the lucky thing can't too much think as much proportionally accurate or exact this amazing 3D printout can't make love, the way my naked eyes do burnout in a football game with the kids or trash my friends in a FIFA blast! And Thankfully, unlike me, my silver mate here can't live in my skin it still can't... act.
To be or not to be is not a Shakespearean dilemma anymore Being for him may be a midnight summer dream but it will forever remain the safest place to be, in the heart of his Tempest. It is not weird to be weird, it is weird not to be. To be in his heart The crazy graph to his chart dancing on the beat tune.. To be in his eyes reasons to his whens and whys the sand to his hilly dunes To be in his dream the strawberries to his cream what it is and what it seems that blurry sharp sun beams To be his mirror the beauty of his terror His reflective passion. His desired horror To be wherever his hands reaches out, To be whenever his mind rounds about. To be why he wickedly smiles and when he tries to pout. To be his own at the heart of the frown; the pose To be under his skin The beat awakening his within To be in his thick and thin That hidden and necessary. To be His made up metaphors Where his soul linguistically soars To be his "i" instead of "o"s To be his grammatical typos The lesson he never learns and the test he don't ever want to pass to his battlefield the grass to be his destination street To be why his lips part and meet And where he turns his tongue that mushy and wet and bittersweet The tune he hums in discreet His lyric-less song.. To be his exhale of fire His little blue bird on the wire To be where he is and isn't The toothbrush of his new tire The love letters burning at his absence and the stammering silence when he arrives to be all the bees to his hive That dead and alive in him.
To be what he wants to know These queries he smokes away To be where he speeds to slow what he hides to show the job to his blow the river to his flow and the fill to his refill The Genie to his lantern He scraps off his eyes mindset To be the magic to his carpet.. to be his temptation To be his acceleration to be his desire to touch To be His favorite video game the black and white photo to his frame one of everyone but someone else to be the one is able to calm him with handful of shooting stars to be the one is able to turn him on from behind fate bars . To be what he can't afford to lose To be when he has nothing to lose. and when he has to chose the uncertainty of his pick to be in his prayer the ritual and the adorer to be a favorite on his internet explorer, one click ahead. one button push a shortcut to a smile and a moan To be the object stands near the subject in his sentence To be the reason of an excitement wave in his heart To be the source of the sparkle in his eyes. To believe you can be a sunshine to his sun and a moonlight shawl to his lonely shivering moon The darkness to his prince the ever to his since the perfect light to his broken lens and the memories to his spotless mind.
You Come as fast as you go that slow Yet no where to be found, when you are around. your eyes breathe to the calling boxes And your fingers stare at the moaning keys begging for a loving ritual or a sexual textual thing i may not know what you do want but i do know what you don't. and by now, what i don't know, i want.. The not saying says a lot more than it is about And sometimes much less. The answers get questions-less. The time gets only timeless Whatever happening with you is not really happening, whatever is not, is. we are preys of our loneliness we brag we enjoy its every bit but we are only hanging on not to fall in the safety abyss of hope. We elope to the cloaked demons of our fairytale creating a sad creed to follow and an enigmatic myth to curse That absence is more presence than you wanted it to be and your presence at times wears your absence on in scented wimpy word drops, you leave in the air you heavily pet. rising in a colored silhouette a sun that is a moon at heart made of darkness radiating light And when you are water you fire bleeding lava and mist and when you are here you are missed as i turn the whole world off Then get wordlessly pissed when you pretend invisible i see you then... howling around the clouds of thirst.
The tears you can't shed nor hold. the breath you can't keep nor take. that step you have to make. with no legs nor a path a pacified wrath that dream you always have with eyes wide open that hug you want to give armed and armless this kiss of life you would die to get parting your heart lips bleeding in the healing grips your hiding in me is bare. i am tiered fired wired with you, and alone. Intoxicated to the bone this is not even love! even you wouldn't know what it is about Perhaps, the closest to the beautified unknown For what we fear the most we live And what we cherish the most we give like a hieroglyphic hymn that we recite on our way to heavens i call your name i am revived in every moment you are here incognito and slaughtered at the altar of your revelations camouflage.
