I pray for a hurricane,
Come and wash away this pain
Immersed in self-doubt,
No worth in my vein.
I seek comfort on your lap,
It gets colder as the season past.
Come and sweep me if you can,
I thought I  had enough,
But now I want you back.

If you were to come back,
Your footprints on my front porch.

With the awakening of spring,
I wonder how nice it would have been.

I would battle with my head,
For my eyes to be fulfilled with your glims.

But you are gone with the summer rays,
I wonder how you have changed.

I am floating on the surface,
And my heads not even in the cloud.

Dripping through every moment of the rain,
I wonder if I will ever see you again.

Down beneath our dormant memories.
Lies a paradise, that you and I build.

With the creeping of brisk cold weather,
I wonder who is going to keep you warm forever.

My whole world,
Was build around you.
When you came out walking,
Down it came, crumbling too.


Its ok,
I convinced my heart.
So I build a wall from scratch.


Granular cement,
Plastered over my body.
Layered bricks on top of me.
Under the concrete,
In a tomb, I slept.
Surrounded by roses,
Laid in a thorn's bed.

Love the word,
It's after taste.

Loved this bizzar cocoon,
But now your halting the way.

I should take a step,
But now I am taking a leap.

The way I fall for you,
You are mine to keep.

Truth:
They come with a lot of faces.
Those of the Black, Brown;
Blue and Green cases.
Nor could soak the lips,
Like the cherry wine.
Forbidden sweet,
The taste of the time.

Sky-
Ruptures with melancholy sending down a million drops,
Sought to rejuvenate what has been deemed lost.
I set my eyes on the brightest pearl-
I set my eyes on the final thought of us.
The change, its turbulence, hindering the highest monks.
Land cleaves, lightening bolts-firestorm from the sun.
The chopper sinks, limiting all hope,
All the artefact lunged to its mother's womb.
Harbouring all  ships below the leg of the mourning mountain,
They sing a song to their father-judgement disbanded.
While space is distorted, the land gets barricaded,
The dreams of the lost child thinly evaporated.
Still held, still clutched- the ashes in the sky.
Me and my pearl, we sail past the twilight.
Held under my *****, sharing warmth amid the ordeal.
We rode home in our chariot beading a farewell to the unseen.
All that, and their greed slowly dispersing as clouds.
What remained was love that glimmered throughout.

How many more words,
Should I submit in your name?
When the ink dries,
They all go in vain.

Lucky I was,
With that feeling of loving you,
Lucky I was,
When all of it disappeared as hue.

I cry a tear,
let it run down my chin.
Little orb of glass,
I wonder how you been.

Through the agony,
Bestowed down my heart,
I think about you,
The one that moved on.

My heart,
A frosted lake.
Your kiss,
The bright sunny day.
Melting all the layers between us,
You made your way with utmost grace.

The sun, moon and the stars,
Assembling a bridge while we stay a million miles apart.
The wind that spiralled with my body,
Fondling your tender arms.
Let me tie you a letter,
Under these cotton candy clouds.
So even when I am staying away,
You will know that I am still around.

I knew you would be back,
After the fall of night,
Thin parting of ice,
You would be back.

To rest my sollown bones,
To pamper the aching heart.
You would be back.

Transfer of cold breeze,
To warmth and sunshine.
The sky not only carried storm,
But rainbows and butterflies.

To tease me with a new taste of love,
To bloom on my concrete trust.
You would be back.

I knew you would be back.

She placed the sun,
Dearest to her heart,
Who longed for the moon,
couldn't care about the star.

Gravity,
Would bind them closer,
Surreality,
Watch him distance her even further.

The night folded into the day,
Within his orbit,
She revolved at each phase.

Patched the broken parts-
Wove and Stitched.
Forgot about her wounds,
Crying with disagree.

Bursting bubbles,
The igniting flames,
If only they were to collide,
The universes they could create.

Thousand years,
A blink of an eye.
Couldn't get closer,
It was like the first time.

Never-ending faith,
But now her disjoining heart,
Colliding within herself,
She swamped into the dark.

No one reached her,
Not even her sun.
The lonely star,
Died when she was young.

Cuddle me,
Under your embrace ,
Beneath the tender sun .
Huddle in,
Just a little closer.
Till passing of this unknown strom.

Be gentle,
Try not to scrape,
My healing wounds.
Be calmer,
You are with me,
We will get through.

We are hurting,
We are healing,
Sewing the sweet pain.
You unravel,
We are unhinged,
Show me your cruel face.

To the life that began with love,
From the mother's womb,
To the father's first touch.
I am happy that I lived so long,
To behold its tenderness and
To behold its tribulation.

Bless my soul to be more strong.
I have endured so much,
But there is more to come.

To the life that began with love,
I hope that it ends with love.
Not with the broken thread of unresolved heart.
Not with the sad symphony of what could be us.

If my soul was to leave this body, would you set my love free?
Would you let your heart grow tenfold, making it big enough to weep?
What prejudice did she serve? That she had to be pinned on her knees.
An injudicious conclusion made by a deluded. Can't you hear your gods plead?
Why were you cursed with love, my dear?  If those hands could never dare to pluck her.
Her naked body, held in your lover's eyes. Staying adrift until you draw her.
If my soul were to ever leave, would you let her bloom like the Aster?
Let her bloom and scout every nook of your heart, and settle in the corner.
The aroma of her modesty will give you the courage to hold your lover's hand,
Kiss and touch the bare bodies until there is no goodbye traced on the palm.
And then when my soul finally peeks down from heaven,
It would look at two lovers, not strangers engulfed in regrets.
My body would prosper with glee, the eighth wonder of the world would be called love.
Then maybe and maybe it wouldn't be such a sad world to live on.

It got lonely last night,
So I thought of you.
In the brisk of the cold night,
You were the far shining moon.
Cluttered in the figments of you,
Collecting some in my jar,
If solitude was the next name of love,
You gave me all you had.

Imagine an Image like that,
Above the translucent free-flowing water.
Beneath the colour of horizon.
It's you and your tinted green eyes,
Like an unhindered pearl, they would gleam tonight.
Agitated by this mixture of emotions,
I would take a pause and close my eyes.
A walk to touch your hand,
But would reach the soul that's inside.

Imagine an Image like that,
The air that fondled with my body,
Throwing itself deep into your lungs.
The chirping of the bluebirds,
Coherent to the flute playing our song.
A place with your favourite sunflower,
In the grassland filled with dandelion.
The story we could never tell,
Unfolding in this imperishable moment.

A journey that didn't end in the sky.
With our hearts pinned down to the earth,
Can you imagine an Image this time?

The line, it was your favourite one,
I wrote and  I rewrote,
So you could say this is the one.

The biggest of the oak,
Couldn't shade the sun.
It was you and your smile,
So I wrote a line that became your favourite one.

Rainbows were nice,
But it was you who carried all the colours.

Softest eyes,
Dreamlike days,
The ocean- your favourite place.

Shined like the star,
But you were the moon.
You loved to dance in the rain.

It's bizarre how subtle the destiny is,
It's bizarre how the brightest burn out quickly.

You kissed a goodbye from a distant place,
I felt it come and sleep on my chest.

I can't forget you,
I won't forgive the lord.
Reminiscing it all on the back of my head.
At night, I am staring  awake,
So I could read you the line,
The one that was your favourite.

Navigating my thoughts,
I wish to breathe a sigh of relief.
A momentarily pause,
I seek a home to sleep.
A pounding heart,
I have no versatility in my hand.
A red rose,
That bleeds black.
Non- existent in your lap.
I am not neglecting,
But truly,
I have been doubting for too long.
If I am all that I have,
I am not prepared for the next storm.

The ghost of you never left me alone.
My thoughts they are catastrophic,
Who am I without you around?
A blank canvas,
An unwritten book,
A poet who lost her juice.
Who am I?
Without you to tell me who I can be.
Who am I?
My silence is what's killing me.
Strangled,
I am chocking in my thoughts.
Reaching,
What I am craving is your touch.
Worthless and empty,
That's what I feel the most inside.
I turn around with the hope of seeing your ghost tonight.

***** and bolts,
I tighten them up.
Rusting but still working,
Don't want to be the next to run.

The song comes,
Like a sweet jazz,
Hitting like a drum.

The strength of today,
Will keep me moving,
When tomorrow comes.

Bagged by an old fashioned cloth,
Breathing-
The rust and the dust.
52 cent and just 2 more.
Saved in the torn-up coat.

Lips chapped,
Body's wet.
Stomach empty,
Lungs filled instead.

Biting tongue,
Backed with a heavy load,
Sweat-
The overriding pulse.

Pushing yourself,
"A single step more",
One step-
And just once more.

Tremors of body,
Avoided to take a step,
A step,
For the roof under the head.

A hundred done,
Just a thousand more.
To buy a doll,
A doll-
For the one to hold.

Headlights
in the dark,
The rain, in July.
Don't just pour on me,
Shivering and Soaking-
Wasting my time.

Come to me like the flood.
Drown me with passion.
My heads underwater,
Let your kiss be my only oxygen .

Don't let me hold my breath,
Make your love infiltrates my lungs.
If I try to resurface,
Just sink me even further,
Into the canyon.

This redundancy is exhausting,
Gliding through the infinite line.
Dancing with the rhythm of your sweet soul,
Let me find a place to rest inside.

If this is where my density is placed,
Cuddle me underneath your breath.
Shivering, from this unutterable cold,
Let your body be a warm embrace.

Through the collision of tribulation and hope,
I found a piece of the moon,
That I want the cosmos to know.

Through the bitter anxiety,
Of surrendering and letting go,
I found you-
The one who found me a home.

From the oblivion
A star draws a tangent
Dusting off its tail,
Falls across the horizon.
A thousand wishes were made,
Upon the starry night.
And the best of the memories,
Were brushed across the sky

My ideas sprout my words,
My words build up its meaning.
It illuminates itself in the dark,
Making me known of the thunder that I am creating.

Infrequent,
The withering soul,
Beat/Beat.
Until explodes.

Unhindered,
Nor warm nor cold,
Sweep/Sweep.
Washed to the shore.

I turn around the page,
A new chapter,
Beckoning new days.
Little swam,
Leaving their prints on the lake.
I don't wish to be forgotten,
Shying away, form the grievous days.
I carry my two legs,
Ride them on my back.
I walk with my soul upfront,
So, I don't dare to take a step back.

Hands stained in blood,
Have mercy for the one I killed.
Blood trickling down my sleeves.
Drip...
Drip...
And
Drip...

Caressing her body.
The angels put her to sleep.
The pool of red wine,
I bathe on it indeed.

I lend a loan,
To her feeble heart,
Blind and naive,
She took us too far.

Disjoint from reality.
The warmth-
A cold autumn breeze.
Haunted by her demons,
I set her free,

Eyes-
Divine,
Unknown.

A tapestry,
Posed to show.

Bottomed up,
Scattered,
In depths of your arm.

Wishes are feeble,
Good like sand.

Words-
A beautiful symphony.
I see you write,
You're running out of the air to breathe.
If heaven could ,
That's how it would speak.
Watch how your pen twirls in your will.
I sit and gaze,
A mesmerizing sight.
Cosmos may collide,
But you would still write.
I look at my hands,
Could they ever write like that?
Blunt nib; broken stand.
Holding onto a crumpled piece ,
Between a finger gap,
Is where you and me stand.
I look at you,
And my gut gets thronged,
Words that could never reach my throat.
Words-
A beautiful symphony they are.
The artist and impression.
Colliding with a bang.