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.
I don't believe them those who say it's just a myth my Santa exists! He wears his heart upon his sleeve a tie and a Hat my Santa is a night bat He comes to my mind when all my reasons are asleep and plays with my sadness his games of love and madness years fly with him in me and every new year i make my list of things i can no more resist wanting
So be just be for me this coming year too as pink as blue turn into my intimate fantasies, grow longer arms and hold me tighter meet me where our happenings encounter touch me on your way to your way touch me all the way of my way across the happenings skies of distance color yourself nude chained as you from me to me, elude polish my nails of herd then land on my expecting lips and paint your absence red wear your black cloak of silence and hold on to my moaning eyelashes that firm and thick and waterproof then unbutton that shirt of my rush and lay bare on my rosy cheeks, a blush whatever you seek darling, only you, seeks blow your hot comings winds into my dripping wet hairs of longing dry my anger off in a life breath sprinkle your sandalwood arrival with your parting amber lips around my neck and when i slip into my night gown of yearning i want you to curl into those laces of solitude relocate my orbits of magnitude upon your heart equator
See, i thought i would make you a list of things i want from you to be so naive of me all i want is for you to just be that skin deep into me i won't wear you in lines and shades not even in linguistic texture or sweat you in lusting moisture but i shall breathe you in an intimate linger a shrieking holler as mute as a screech i want your happenings on the leach so i will put my red loving on and a hat sledge on your words in the snowy speech fill my sac with your unmade wishes and wrap my mind gifts with poetic ribbons at your Happy New Year lightedtree.
This Year has been so good to me and i know the best is yet to come.. May all your moments are filled with only love, happiness and heart joys Shah.. May you find as much beauty in your eyes as you bring to ours.. God Bless you and your loved ones.. Happy New Year to you, LOVE.
What we see blinds us and when we stare it blinks what we listen to is what hasn't been said and what we don't hear shuts us up we hold your air and hug your sweet nothings breathing you in in a life we die for tasting your bittersweet silence chewing on your present absence we pretend we are jolly perks enjoying the heroic act of selflessness needing less of what we don't get craving more of what we already own but the fact is we are not saints we do break down in our filthy selfishness and drench in those rivers of wanting we are weaker when we are strong we cry louder at the happy lyrics of your once hummed song When you fire kiss my lucid lips my burning ice melts what we think we have we unwillingly, miss we run further when we are still there..standing And while we are waiting we arrive The more we hide, we expose. The more we keep, we lose whatever we kill, we live and the more we care less, we care only more
What to do? all my things just long for you my coffee cup is a bit salty and that lunch meal gets only colder the blanket still holds my dreamless dreams i can vividly remember of your coming and on my pillow, the monsoons of your refrain pour... before my window i lit a candle... as i wonder what is harder to handle your happening to my way or my not happening to yours...?
They sway, quay and play as Hard as tender They Plough , bluff , and dough , as soft as tough They are my exile and shelter They fly, lie, cry, falling in tears and laughter Your fingers, in my mind body, wander They curl and spread scream in my poetic bed metaphorically-cuffed loose your fingers blues, rise at your Husky voice tone dance on your pulsating groan your fingers throb and moan at my fantasies bursting rush They giggle around that dangling cigarette as they wiggle upon the bare skin of my mind your fingers spill and spell stanzas of the chaotic verse of your longing heart, in a touch-less touch your fingers scream in a nicotine stained hush i listen to their energetic deliverance speech when your lips get sealed on your blush your fingers unleash my hunger every line is a an urging rapture every turn they make, is a promise of erupting pain and pleasure
Your Fingers rain and snow draw flow marinated rivers of fantasy They cling, sting sing sling and whisper Your fingers are the warfare and the warrior. But your fingers are braver than you they pose bare to my cupidity hang on tighter to my infatuation stupidity they caress where your eyes spear and sensibly lick where i bleed They grip where in me your stares burn and flick where i desperately plead your fingers are prophets of your creed and i am of your religion, a follower
Your fingers know my brain curves my pain surfs and stormy quivers The kings of your silence abducted in your absence They have a language of their own, that only my eyes speak cryptic at times tender and sleek mostly enchanting, like the seduction gods of the Greeks And when you wave my each gaze is your slave and your fingers are the masters of my ecstasy just like your cruel lips sometimes they show no advocated propensity they wear your heart at the bare unfold so many secrets, kept and told as shy as bold your fingers are magicians of disguise little pinky Houdinis and thumbing Jadugars landing on my bosom's planet Mars The Rulers of my kingdoms of Treasure your fingers unbutton my mental shirt of pleasure pat on my scented anticipation firmly cuddling my exhausted hesitation your fingers strike...as i shiver And when you talk with your hands your eyes inevitably blink heroically your fingers punctuate those savage clauses that i hum my veins drip in a roaring drum How wonderful would it be if i can have your exotic fingers speak of me.. upon me about me around me for my muted me..i wonder what these fat juicy wild triggers have in me to scribble? too much wordless words your fingers within me, nibble messengers of lust passengers of blast your fingers make love to my craving fertile imagination and i.. give birth to poems with your fingerprint namesake.
