My blank eyes stare
In bold frustration
At the white sheet
Sitting, calmly mocking me
On the plain brown table

The pen quivers in hand
My mussels shake with shame
But try as I might
My ideas are insanely sane

No bursting fits of passion
Or inspiring metaphors
Only a page covered in splatters
From my ink of internal wars

A block of metal in my mind
A chain of iron on my hand
Glossy mirrors on my eyes
Spiking needles in my thighs

Calling for me to get up
To leave this terrible attempt
But when a poets mind is blank
Like mine
About blankness will they find a rhyme

The evening spotlights
Shine on the walls
Of David's ancient abbey.

Raised by Border people
And peasant Picts.

Shadows and silhouettes
Fill thresholds that once
Let light and glory in.

Foundation walls protect
Winds still whispering
In Gothic naves.
A thousand years' stories
Are sounded in her bells.

Night surrounds Jedburgh Abbey.

I strained my sight for movement
Of Augustinians who thrived
In cloisters and walled streets
For a story to bring home
Of a phantom cloak or hood
Disappearing on ramparts
Or passing an empty window.
Just a sound, or simple wail
Would do.

Just then, dark legs
Swooshed past me,
Fitted in knee-high boots.
I lost my thoughts
Of ghosts and sprites
With an astral figure in tights.

Letting go of your feelings
Doesn't mean you no longer love him
But rather you're just accepting
The reality you are living
That he no longer loves you the way you want him to.

It will be a waste of time
To wait for his love
Coz you'll just surely end up
Hurting yourself over and over again
Knowing that it is his love you can never have.

..
~

hundreds of thousands of words,
we told through our whole life

tens of thousands of sentences,
you wrote in your novel

thousands of dreams,
we dreamed through our passing dark nights

millions of images,
we left in our moving past times

but my friend
at the end,
I carry

only a few images of withered petals
except all those nightmares
yet I can feel a few dreams of yours, repeatedly

even I can recall a few words of yours
that grew the motion of life
maybe you can feel a few words of mine

As  the words that can make a wonderful  lyric
"I love you, that holds an eternal truth"
yet that shining as a crystal of diamond
..
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

Another day in the ground
And there's dust in the air
--haunting the hot dusk--
The horizon bruised
purple and red

But that's all behind you.
As you drive down home
The burning in your periphery
is just sweat
And the taste of dirt is fading

Even the crackle of the radio
grates softly--as it settles down--
under the blaring A/C,
Dry and cool

You might look back
once or twice
And catch a ray through the swirl--
Though it'll only blind you
before disappearing

And when you're home
You'll lay in your bed and discover
you have a sunburn;
But it won't matter--
Because the day is over
--and everything returns to dust.

Backtracking towards the Light
oh! Fakir,
brilliant shiny Bright
Neophyte hypnosis, take me In..

oh! Beloved,
fragile tendrils of my desire
heartfully hear me, hear Me..
my heartfelt Prayers,
I do not fear to tread into the highest vapours.

Clandestine Clementine!
not One Breath but Three
times itself, squared.

Blaspheme!
not forsaken, dripping drapes
blindsided, blindly onwards...
not forsaken Sight!
Hear me, Hear Me..
Bless'ed be my Name!

I have a mission:

today is a new day
this is always true
today is a sunrise
as the earth turns
the dark skies blue.

today is another chance
to look within
speak my truth
heal my heart
as living proof that
I alone am strong in faith

and so,

I walk my path today
to take my part in destiny
and write the pages of my life
exactly as I choose to read.

I AM~
the author of my story
the ink of my words
the love of my life
the sky full of birds
the roots of a tree
the air that I breathe.

I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
Yes, I AM.

Sharper blades that clear the Way
Tokens earned the more we play
Wild and freely smiling face
To coax us from our hiding place

The bigger, better and beyond
Floating lotus petals in a pond
I close my eyes and count to ten
Make a wish, to you I send

Will you be my make believe
Your loving touch, my warm reprieve
Like jewelry mounted precious gems
My solace when I make amends

I pray for Love to lift my days
Precision marked on warm soft rays
I truly hope tis just a phase
Will re-emerge from out the maze
more equipped to travel on
to journey's end, a brand new dawn