Spreading like fire in the hay your eyes flame stares or may... they said i should at home, stay home? and what do they know my love... if your hell eyes, are but home and i am with that heavy heart, pleading guilty this screen is but the wonderland of your heaven's hairs and my dancing tips on the words, are but swans Tchaikovskiying around a ballad without a sound but our breaths intertwined for life... this coffee cup beaming your smokey scented aroma to my spotless mind cells grateful i had not had even one encounter attack to keep getting infected with the sweetest venom of your skin... it has been so long... since we got lost in a song.. where have you been? at home? like me... within me... laying in my eyes bed safe covered with my rhyming lids sheets and dangerously roaming in my every vision of you, wearing but your heart... and my unrequited love or is it upon my bosom lips nursing of my verse nectar the petrified poet you are flowing...
one hymn at a flying kiss... What is it about me now! i wash my line hands every-time may you drop of the scary thoughts tips i curl in my mind arms all the time may you are but my mind's tightest arms i sink in my unshed tears float in my unsmiled smile and rise in unfinished poem of you like Tchaikovsky's black swan...
Quarantine it is then as if we weren't already as if every step out wasn't but in as if every innocent word-spill wasn't but a killer spin as if every hug wasn't but a safe distance and every handshake wasn't but a greeting goodbye.. as if home wasn't but you... and i am but forever then, quarantine-d.
Meet the lady... will ya? that one with the words, falling off her eyes like shooting stars... with the verse dripping off her velvet skin, like pearls of sweat After a heavy heart intense workout... squatting the pain with the dumbbells of time crunching all her silly expectations lounging this distance away and drenching all this anger in her every tear fall dead-lift. Would you meet the lady... please... that speaks but your name language like the softest breeze... and grammers but the complete sentences of your every glance? would you give her a chance? she who punctuates but in your lips shy bites and days only when its your lonely long nights suffixes but your initials footsteps... and rephrases but in your tango dimples dance... writes with your fleshy fingertips wandering around her mind body like a thai relief master she who recites poems of your laughter and rhymes million sonata in your each blink couplets every time your hands fly with a drink she who Saxton(s) her longing to your every still and Nin(s) the yearning to everyring of smoke you drill... she who lyrics but the melody of your comings and hymns but your silent smiling screams she who may or seems... she who plays the distance mandolin and tip-toes upon the glass floor of time... would you please... meet the lady of the fragrance breeze? the one with growing gardens of your soul in her every stare... and floods of your glared tears flowing in her bosom Nile... just for a lifetime while... enough to hold her heart again whole... enough to bring all those who before it's ever enough... left... and enough to bring her into herself heart...back. meet the lady you can't until date say her name out loud... the lady who is wearing your existence scent around the lady who calls you in her every sleep for a meeting... a lifetime enough, per dream.
They say Two tablespoons of honey would be enough to fuel a bee’s entire flight around the world. that is a fact! Two words of your fluent eyes would be enough to fuel my entire journey into the stammering oceans of confusion to blow some fire into this dear life all i need is your strong hands to tear those heavy clouds apart and crash the moon walls of doubts. There are olived honey countries that call me in your eyes and in between your fluffy night hairs rise million suns and set the wildest tempest off your dancing eyelashes, hurl Where are they all hiding? those butterflies of your mind if not in my verse and where do they all go those of mine who visit you if not in yours your silence pours and i am but words on a drought. everyday to me is your special day to you, i am on my way see, i applied for a visa at your lips office a long pause sigh they gave me and a stare of lament oh what at your heavens gate did i miss? come closer darling ...then a breath then i got my approved for lifetimes kiss now all i need is a ticket off your waving hands i pick it booking at your veins my flight my seat, by the window of your heart we don't when we take off, depart my love, the closest we get is when as if apart i had a good flight! your loud beats hostess kept me warm in a blanket of your longing and of your -at my sight every time blood rush, a pillow your heavy clouds of patience cradled my fears and off my waiting cheeks, i wept your rain. then i landed at your arms airport received by the glad biceps and tightly taken to the sultry abs most welcomed hall in a hug that is of what i ever wanted is all. and i stay as long as it takes for my journey doesn't begin nor end a yin yang kinda thing as we fall my love, we ascend Then i finally take the cab of your smile luggage? No, i only carry my heart in a back bag and a pocket full of poetry you opened your door into me carried off my back the pain and saw me in the flash of your dimples side mirror Off we go Take me to the nowhere we know the road is where your feet step off the streets of solitude and the cities of expectations i dip my feet in the river of yearning and bloom at your fingers touch what breeze could ever be as mush as your dew whisper scented musk and Amber calling my name once in a laughter while time wasn't of us aware in the garden of our secrets, the trees of confessions sing and tango the winds of belief. Now we're there what a beautiful Home you are! all decorated with balloons of lush and glitters of ecstasy furnished your chivalrous moments adorned in your comings to me and at your hope candles, enlightened. your hands hug and my gazes kiss what a messy mess! bliss... Your every day brings only happiness so does your every in and out breath you are more loved than love was ever of capable and just the way you are, accepted. another Hypothesis you think? No, This is for me, the Ultimate Uber fact.
HAPPY BIRHDAY MY LOVE...
I WISH YOU MORE LOVE, HEALTH, WEALTH..
EASE OF MIND AND PEACE OF HEART ALWAYS..
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER UNDERSTAND OR IMAGINE...
You... the man coming out of my coming going into the heart of my going rising on to my every eclipse like thousand splendid suns
where my still river runs my land vigorously, fruit my probable absolute my loudest quietude you... As my eyes violin your lips flute you... where my dreams, dream of what is and what may seem Dancing in my morning coffee steam the waltz of wait dipping my lips in my nemesis nectar laughing at the odds, and collecting my"wildest what ifs" in a pandora's box of faith. you... rolling upon my cheek and curling in my for no reason, smiling streak where my rock bottom darkness hits its peak your eyes lights then sneak and we hope-mate you... so full of me so full of you riding my herds of longing like of His own times a Don Quijote fighting our windmills of fate is it too late?... you say, sway, play... night on me and day and keep me on your acceptance plate you... when i don't..i do when a lie is but true when it's time but never due when it is not enough, enough the freedom of my every handwritten-cough the golden cage of my blue bird and the infinite horizons to my Icarus, in your love, mind state. You... hiding in the obvious being the wrongest righteous roaming the countries of possibilities in my every breath And i but a mad vagabond that into your every blink, migrate you... what i say when i don't what i would when i won't unpublished... like my book of you and like my love for you publicly, Explicit. you... As it divinely hymns crumble, stumble, And in my draft box they childishly play the rhymes for sometimes, May be, the poet i am... but always you.. All the poems... and my heart poetry.
Here... He must've graced this space Down the stairs of the plane something felt insane but sweet... There, must've stepped his Golden-Goosed feet... and hugged as tight, our souls every time we mind meet... my burning sighs on repeat.. like his latest ballad in my headphones as i live this life and as long only to him, i belong they thought it was the handbag i am dragging... but it was just my beating heart, love-lagging... Ah! he definitely stood there! for a security point-check may be on his soft cheek, from another lover, a peck and fast on this electrical line he probably had his fans align just like my at this vision of air, gushes out now at last! also, like yours, my hand to my pocket, rushes.. a fire spark and the smoke rings fly you go only once they say, so i must do all my wrongs as right then another one as i, like you, glarringly hid my sight Coffee? Me to myself, suggested Absolutely! as we usually know, a long black one on the go a bit chilly outside so i slipped in my mind hoodie and scarved my visions of you around here, you may have took a turn waving the distance into your own car of time i see them, asking about you the howling wind, the widow park trees of longing and singing in your name, the street,s as they take my feets's hand, while they cheering along, dance, the traffic lights. In the city of your love i spend my day window strolling for your wordily picks hanging out in the small cafes of hope and fancily dinning with dear expectations as high as it gets, i do.. painting it all red, my town of wishes and getting you something special from the universal mall of wait. there! see! they do tell about you, these sidewalk shy roses of ecstasy with my every thought of you, a bloom a bride is my poem with you as your eyes reciting it, groom... perhaps you had here a drink or two the shivering glass in my hand tells as my mouth, your name, bean-spills was it the same darkness? you last time here, with your being, witness.. and Zeroingly, lit! how could it not be the same, the night! Me to myself, suggested... even the moon at me laughed i shrugged and held my love shawl autographed what do they know! that silly sky and n-9 cloud.. i called you in my heart, then aloud... may be tomorrow then.. Me to myself, suggested... seeding my hope hopefully, within as i to the grand lobby rushed in "He might come down for a photo if you can wait" my heart skipped its every beat... i felt the breeze scented your coming, yes! that must be how you smell like and the marbled floor gardens at your spring arrival i slowly turned my head a silent tear off my smiles siege, fled as you came closer to where i am posing with the other woman with the cam and they finally... took the shot.
Small bottles of water arranged in the line of hope waiting to be picked like my flowing verse spilling life into you muted colored buttons released at your fingers tender caress yearning in excess ringtone silent, but the screen keeps popping what next? the noisy texts still hopping without a sound turned on the same page for days, that lost book on the left side, found... like everything in your love, waiting to be around a large cup of dark coffee you share with yourself in a moment out of time will he still be awake...?
and you shut the world off. the crowd cheers as the smile. off me, tears sitting here before a window and staring at your soul. the shutterbugs in your name, begging cargo pants teasingly, shrugging then you, in your own you, cocoon Some fortune candies hiding, in the door pockets that taste after the lil one euphoric joy at your the other night, home coming a silent window staring at your world face some weary thoughts to chase is it mere luck? a beautiful swan you made out of the sad lil duck my verse here for days got stuck... alone with your enchanting mind memories on rewind in that lil allowed time of freedom ahh how lucky is that leather couch holding your wonderland body to where my Alice mind playfully, loves to wonder as wild as tender my every wordily touch if you only knew how much your every little detail is as much if only i can be that warm winter breeze you necessarily breathe as i am, invisible how edible is your flying messy sun hairs crossing the continents of distance right into my sky heart then you moon to the starry flashes for my eyes candy treat a flying kisses fleet sail off my lips dock to your dimpled cheeks if only my stares could speak more than your being poetry a pack of classics waiting to be lit just like every glance of you, my doubts, hit some smoke rings ready to off your lips, dance every pain you romance if only that nagging knee knows at your feet, my road shows, off your Goldengoose steps, whatever your hand grips i would be it so be it as the engine starts and the wheels roll i am on to my land scroll taking off with my dreams drive my heartbeats in your company in your air i will be may be invisible, yes... yet hopefully, still, ...that necessary.
Has it been already a year? since lifetimes ago and coming i have been wishing you in my every breath every heart love and all health and happiness ease of heart and peace of mind i put my loneliest nights on rewind as you on my every darkness, shined healing all the wounds and weaving of my tears, upon my chest a necklace of hope. to my you of you, i used to elope into you i myself of myself , hid to the home i made with you, in my head where we paint our fantasy town red roll the smiles on our faces shed eat the time butter and bread and rest in each others arms warmth bed nursing the moments Our nectar of love as we to it, starve... growing our faith only younger into your eyes, i would find my shelter curl in between your lashes, as you linger and the days blink what do you think? what could be more paradise? that living every time in your heaven eyes, longer... another year of you is on another me in you then, gets reborn perhaps you don't know but as hard as it always gets from you i regain my strength everyday is a struggle to win as i almost lose it and give in you come in your full self attire pull my hand and shake the wire for the blue bird to soar and i can't dare to ask for more but i do... i wish me more of you... just as i more of you, wish you...
may you in the darknesses, to you, prince may you out of the sadnesses, joy may you within your loud silences, sing may you into your golden heart, king may you to your spread arms once, run may you for your every endless night, sun may you in every staring eye, see but a mirror and in every shootout, hear but your name may you into you always hangout, and feel my craziest heartbeats whenever you, a glimpse of you, encounter may you in you, find a shelter and Don the windmills of doubts may you come only at your-self coming and may you never of your coming-self, leave may you Ghalib only of your rhyming hands poetry and Shah Rukh Khan off your soul ink may you of your lips wine only, drink and like me, about you, whenever you breathe this life, think may you about your existence wonderlands, dream may you ice your every pearl of sweat in your honor bet, cream may you become who you are and seem and like me, flow in your own blood river stream for as long as it takes, for my every prayer of love for you, to get in your heart answered.
May you... Meer you of your gentleness, Latif-Fatima you all your tenderness, Lala-Rukh you more strength, Gauri you the patience of solace May you... Aryan you of your grace Suhana you of your radiant beauty and may you AbRam you the innocence, your miraculous being every moment in this life, enchants.
What more to wish you but to wish you more of the you-est you of you warped in my tight hugging arms' ribbons and sealed with your flying kiss signature prose.
Happy Birthday my love... May Allah blesses u with more of u because there is no more blessing than that. Always urs... Ab.
