His eyes had black gloom like the beginnings of winter this dark and unfair like my ruined eye liner off his stare we met in a daring glare true like the prophecies of all the prophets delusional, like the highest hopes of despair and i loved him in my own fantasy riding his mind wilderness everywhere he wasn't an ordinary man and also his time was different He is when men are made of light and lust when flesh is of his incense dust and blood is but drips of mist He doesn't look yet he sees speaks not words but soul breeze He parts his lips for me to breathe and when he blinks, Heavens pose and the tongues of Hell freeze in between his arms a Home upon his chest the whole universe lays at ease He is my million miles away childhood best friend and my closer than a heart beat ache He is when i dare to dream about him and when about me he would never share He is what we are and what we were when we don't give a damn He is when we are so obvious and when we don't show we care
So let me take you to once upon a time you came... that cold day ruled by cognac, Coffee and water droplets symphony of rain you were burning coal lava fall you were something that is nameless fearless and scared you weren't that abs flaunted doll nor that bearded demon on the lose like the other dramatic yous you were a savage beast with beautiful skin a virtual undercover sin made of fire and tin you were not a gentle summer breeze but a tremendous devastating earthquake ragging in the gentleness of my soul shake you were when nature got angry in love you were that dangerously secure an allure you were not that sweet treat but a black stallion nibbling on the wrinkled sheet longing It was a mad November without brain it was as dry as your mirage and as wet as my seasonal rain the grass was left as raw and you in a first making love show spelling on my body alphabet letter by letter it never felt better having you that literately handy you never missed a word not even a typo you could afford in your eyes, there was lightening promises and thunder in your eyes there was laughter and on your lips a storm raising your sails and my anchors your boat took off in my ocean
I didn't exactly realize what was going on except that beneath our weights the land shivered the walls, doors, cups and the paintings shattered even our papers flew to where we were only red and blue i didn't know this village bell rings nor heard those feet steps on the bleeding snow how could i possibly know and i was nothing but a scream with a bladed edge setting fire to the frozen heart you, my eventual exile and final port you pull me of my trembling hand before i get swallowed by the big sea of oblivion.
Come! Take my words'hand! I want to take you to happy places to where i don't happen or exist with all my turbulent turmoils and scented mist let me take you to those funny faces the joyful clouds make at your sight on a crossing continents long flight posing for a smile at your glass windows to those dancing in your night-hair sky, rainbows and the sugary unicorns play at your mind backyard O i would take you to the desert roses of your eyes swirling at your stare shedding your after making love aroma bare petals and thorns free I would take you to paradises of your glee And gardens only blooming at the parting of your lips When you in one hundred and forty characters, hum. I want to take you to Happier places still out of your bubble and my shell.. To your little one's first hug ever And his first unfinished word shiver! To sleepless nights by his sleeping face counting his breaths, blessings of your own to at his favorite toy broken's first frown to his eyes when he runs to your arms to your arms joy when they hold him as the world to the eldest one's first gold medal to his shadow that's now-than you, bigger! And to your fatherhood pride at the shining one's pulled off tempest after honoring a girls power football cup i would hold your hand to the happiness stop where twelve million beat your love and counting standing at your door for birthday greet to loving ones who fly over boundaries of time and place for a hug that they probably know they may not meet i would take you to your first morning coffee mug that loves how hot you make it just in a sip because, yes!when things love you, it's infinite and unless you throw them away, they will never leave And i would take you to hysterical crowds chanting your name all over the globe at your slightest airport glimpse to the satisfaction of a camera man after your first time take shot And the teary eyed Coffee walla at your heart poured rehearsal draft I would take you to your knights winning to your cartwheel spinning to victorious innings and Heart-lifting Edenites roar to your children's arms when you're miles away to the wet Delhi street in the am calms to the poetry of your laughter i would take you to the sunny dreams of a freezing cold -crazy about you- girl in the Suburbs of Russia And to the strength you give to the feet of another Persian roaming the Austrian streets for a home outside home to the power of love you inject an anesthesiologist numbing her pain away in your addictive drugged shot to the faith you lent to a broken shouldered whom you gave of your soul in a life made Fan hug i would take you to your intitials crossing hearts in the margins of school books in chemistry classes And your classical pose on top of the highest mountains
To your spectacular comings and your felt around late night present absence i would take you to hearts that love you without asking for anything in return to the unconditional ones who may have nothing to give you but all what they are about, that is you i would take you to those you touch without touching to those you talk in silence to to those who ask you without asking And you answer them back without a word i want to take you to different places that are as strong as fragile riding as many smiles as tears on faces shifts when you come and when you often drift I want to take you to your eyes in our eyes to your-in our ears, voice lullabies to the accepted love that you deserve i want to hold your hand to the pain of happiness And fly in your namesake, balloons of joy I would also take you to hopes in our hearts we walk with so that we are never alone to my mother praying for your health at dawn and a whole universe that replied back: Amen.
And if you have to feel some pain i want to take it all there are times that can never fall but you are not alone in these too i would take you to my love for as much as love can love i love you even if i don't in your happy times exist rising in your every other time, i am blessed just come, when you're blue when it's cold, gloomy and due come take my words hand and let's walk in the quiet alleys of nostalgia because out of all things, my love some things still, can be claimed.
It was Nine Years ago when i first laid eyes on you You know what i did? I started in your love my own Red and chilli animating letters, compositing stares graphing hand waves and digitizing flying kisses those soul flakes you throw in every lucky now and fortunate then Nine years ago as well I moved into my Vfxed mind cell with you and your every visual effect i take you everywhere, put you in my thoughts pocket so you can turn them into charming pigeons and jumping rabbits I model you as a fountain of kisses that sprinkles on my radiant verse every time you speak and i make a wish upon your each breath one day i will bathe in your water arms i calibrate your blinks into gateways of wonderlands where your every gaze is a magical mirror and i become in you a fascinated Alice lost in the kingdoms of possible impossibilities Then i close my painting brushes lids eye-lashing your heart winks into traffic lights that are always green your erupting veins are but empty wet steets in the hour of sunset i Nightingale your humming voice into the nostalgic ballads of the Al Qasem and Darwish convicted with a dream sentenced to an eternity of hope i turn your soul-caughs into satin ribbons of freedom unbuckled at my every wordless rub to your darkest darkness i moon you a bulb just as you gloriously electrify my craving wires knob I matt paint your night melancholy glittering those starry smiles you become once your sun shines on my longing moon I generate of your playful laughs my 3D printouts of joy Texturing your heart-beating skin glow into a bed of roses where i lay in, bare of my fears dissolved into rivers of lust and tears Animating your arrivals to my warmth places a strip of happiness that is magnified in euphoric spaces and dots I give you blue wings wear your red flashing coming blings flying your sadness to my intimate skies nest I image you point-cloud shots of your mist in my vfxed mind i am the ecstatic rains to your wildest tempests I hold your fire in my ashes womb deliver of your burning silence oceans of unspoken ramblings, said when unsaid, starving only when fed, left out as tightly held, most alive when breathing dead i become the mother of your orphaned desires raising of my every optical projection a snap shot of your state of being in me
i visualize off your eyes speech paradises of repent glorifying off your every hair splash hell gates of precept i superhero your Jeevan presence the way it saves me from my evil self ravaan i detail of your smoking circles a swarm of butterflies always dancing around my love light i color my blooming sonnets with your prose spring i linguistically clay you as everything that i can have and touch in my vfxed mind life has no proportions nor span i get to be your woman you get to be my man i get to hug you in between the lines on top of the metaphoric towers of reality and lip your every Donish frown in a Match moving Berlin hustled frames like unlimited edition of fools, we rush in Reconstructed with every moment anew In my every form i vfxed you the Fan of you in you and the real time superstar.
Not like us, you speak, no, you rain. Of your fullness, your eyes are
clouds and with your drizzling voice, you are only as beautiful as you when you laugh, the night dribbles like music to the petals of the bathing in your tunes, rose sprinkling dew only if you knew my love...
And if People are scents, you would be the smell of love, my love, scented in sin and prayers of forgiveness. You would be the rain of fantasy Dripping in poisonous reality you would be the plum of children's laugh when hands extend for an autograph or pose for a dream held still photograph in the Fan mart you would be the cinnamon of the heart and the mint of the yearning you would be the oriental incense of the want and the ash burner of nostalgia you could rise in smoking lines of my home made cooking mind dish and in the fresh Cuban Coffee cup of your face.. in the "Classics" dance of erotic on your honey lips arena you would be the bride's first tattoo Henna on her wedding night you would be our after years long rose fragrance first tight hug you would be the jasmine of your lil one's first smile and the orange of waiting for your every once in a while you would be the chocolate of your words anticipation and the vanilla of my radiant smile at your comings between the bragging mango of my body's shivers and the bursting Basil love made dripping off your gaze you would be the dawn's first tears on the longing night leaves you would be the salted sea breeze kisses the wind at my hair and the lavender of my eyes holding your reflection for a journey in the paradise of our hell encounter the pumpkin pie off your lips with every "s" word and when your craters happily flash sandalwood you would be the Pancholis of my childlike joy in your words arms and the balsam of your name tenderly tiptoeing off my soul throat when you are not here but around.
What do you smell like my love? the Almond of your steps at my door the ginger of your bare feet in my craving floor and the lime of your misty rising upon my starlit mind i can scent you off my sight wearing your sweat in black and white whatever you sport i smell like petals of your love roses on a windmill you spill as i refill as aromatic as your arrival in me is your twirl beneath the weight of our belated blossom you crumble in the warmth of my bosom where the scents of dreams mingle and tears tingle within the sweetness of a welcome Home scented kiss.
What do i want? you may wonder A tough one to answer the you of you i am after the one you set fire to with a lighter to the classical ashes of its rising smoke the one you revive to stroke with every begging breath the one nobody sees, not even you my winds within his trees whisper so, let the crazy lover wander in the mountains of Nocturnal wishes and linger let me forest you the lilies of your wilderness in the valleys of such sweet nothingness where i rose you scented nows, Butterfly you colorful tomorrows Nightingale your silence ballads in classical hiss and rocking chirps
I see you in the light of the hidden wearing your metaphoric weapon that you shoot inside out and it bleeds in me one smile at a time To verse you all the things i rhyme but never pen (My what-ifs and whys) To sonnet you new cities of peace that don't exist (but in your eyes) To spell the pain out of your guts and make your love out of my affirmative nots to be yours and make you mine and your wounds i want to reason you some of my madness and quote you out of this mind clutter up to the larking star you are down to where you have never been of me to your initials on the margins of my unpublished book and my out of the world euphoria at your 3rd of January first "Hi" What you don't know to know i want to only word you all the beautiful you are letter you the smiles of longing and dot the tears of your silence away see, i want to gift you the good times i wish i have had with you wrap my wings of possibilities around your flame and burn. I want to write you those messages i bottled in the sea wishing upon every wave one moment you'll think of me when i am no more bare feet on the tided shore flying kisses to the hurling winds begging the arrogant breeze to deliver what my pregnant breath has been carrying for more than its due i want to hold your nicotine stained finger to my lips and press a smoking kiss to your soul i want to vibrate you tenderness Bukowski you out of this loneliness and Rumi the heart out of you Bond on your every fantasy and G.One the evil Raavan in your every lifetime Ramayana I want to Isis all your Osiris pieces for one night and make you whole within me. kiss your frog soul into a prince i want to Devdas your sadness in a spilling chalice the way a Chandramuki would. i want to be all the love you deserve if i could may be i lived too much more than i should or too little too late no matter how poetically intense we mate we are still dais-playing our gambling fate Hiding all the pain in glittering smiles laughing to tears in cratered cheeks so i want to be your hurting knee take all this life in me because, for the life of me..my love i can't take one tear you trap in my core Give me all the pain that nothing can makes up for make me the punching bag of your thoughts, you-every night to sleep- pillow It wasn't your fault back then! forgiven is your every sin and remembered forever your fight so tonight, i hold you tight in me you can hide bare to your soul flashlight The Atharva of your time and the Messiah Hiding in His own plight.
i love you and kiss your forehead, may all this pain gets in me with the touch of your skin.
This Pain is like a playful baby that keeps toying around with all my intimate belongings breaking my every defensive silence jumping all around my solitude furniture smashing all my pride artifacts I kept as defeat souvenirs from your everyday struggles against my heart nagging, for me to look at it with loving eyes that has dried tears traces in its corners then it screams my soul out clinging at my every failed attempt of anger it innocently linger rearranging my breathing at its every grip this hallucination cup i sip caffeinated with a dream sweetened with your moments' beam it hides behind the curtains of my cliched smile for me to worry about it fetch it in the alleys of my waiting for what should never be waited for. i look around like a weary mother missing her only child as it sneaks upon me from beneath your ribs riding all your resistance beating horses in the wilderness of anticipation rolling all my pulse drums in a celebration feast of my attention This pain only grows up well raised and ill mannered around my expectations lifetimes span learning its first words in my poem-less verse stepping upon my empty bed and crumbling its sheets of hope. And when it's tiered This pain gets hungry sucking every life off my moments cuddling all over my featureless face for a kiss on the lips of my sadness And then curls in my shivering chest nursing of my fears breast and biting all my doubts nipples to blood. and i hold it close until it sleeps in the arms of my longing. This pain is conceived every time you close your eyes on me an off spring of our carnal knowledge in the dimensions of the mind mad reason mating This Pain of your absence is the son i never expected and the daughter i will never condemn having. This pain of your absence finds me like the family i can never runaway from.
I want to poem you Happiness in a Mouthful of Forevers. Pen-dot you lines of nows compose you the dole of timeless presents that hum into my soul every time your safety scent doves roam around so that you keep spreading your presence wings as i to you, fly I want to poem you places that don't exist but in your eyes, so you can see how beautiful you make me in a gaze I want to poem you kingdoms of roses that don't grow but on your lips so that you taste the nectar of your kiss I want to poem you universes of constellations that only shine in your smile so that you can feel how dark is my night until you come I want to poem you the swarm of butterflies that immigrate to my mind off your voice every time you speak, so that you never stop. I want to poem you all the words that are still to be invented to describe the cities that i visit every time you touch your hair I want to verse you the time that stands still every time you come for a literal hug. so that u can feel how it is like to be hugged by you I want to word you the nights of light you moon when you step in my soul every time your eyes close on a mind life dream that i live living So that you will sleep some more and rest in the arms of my poetic nest where warmth is a bone cracker and the heartbeat is but a lullaby.
I want to sing you the orchestra of silence your absence plays in the alleys of my fears so that you can listen to the calling tears on your cheek I want to ballad you the old-times 80s blues, your absence acoustically rocks in my solitude backstage so that you never stop rolling on the notes of my quatrains in "Foreigner" dots and Morrison muted strings I want to play you the carousel of goosebumps that turns me upside down every time your forehead giggles so that you know how spectacular it gets to be when you frown i want to once, call you my own... before swallowing my tongue i want to lyric you all the songs that are yet to be composed in the name of love so that you feel the alphabetical fares i like a stammering kid, adventurously ride every time you bite your lower lip on a sigh i want to hymn you the deserts of Ecstasy that your hands fertile when they drizzle every time you wave i want to paste you after shave to my longing skin i want to rain you cats of your wonderful and dogs of your magnificence pour of your essence so that you blossom at the monsoon of your own touch i want to screen shot that blush you cheeks redden at my words rush when i say it all in a hush i want to letter you the skies of safety that your presence sunshine every time your fat fingers heavy pet my mind O i want to tell you all that had Never been told by human tongue i want to say that you belong where homelands begin and never end where home is a person and the land s but the soul acres of poetry.
