your warm hazel eyes are comforting,
so is your arm.
our limbs are tangled,
and your legs were on my waist.

i could say that
i'm the happiest person alive.

but when i open my eyes,
i realized that all of those are,
in my imagination.
the sound of the rain waking me up from my daydream.

i'm in my dull four walls,
all alone.

the sky is angry tonight
her thundering screams shatter
the earth beneath her

her tears flood the streets
she is sobbing as the precipitation
from her eyes fall harder than ever

she kicks and throws things causing
lightning to strike all around her
she has been like this for days

the sun will shine soon, my love
flowers will bloom everything
will be okay again

i guess you never know
when you've gone too far,
you take & you take & you take,
and you break my self esteem and god i want
to hate you so bad,
but i never write about you so i guess my words mean
i care too much,
or not enough, or somewhere in between.
the lines of my heart are blurring with
the ones in my head, because
sometimes i even think i want you
(i know-- crazy, right?)
but i am a wildflower and you-
you are the hurricane trying to stamp me into the ground.
i told you i can take a joke
but it's raining a little too hard this time.

It’s fall
And it’s raining
Outside and you haven’t
called;
I’m faced with doubt—
Your image is fading
like the mist
on the glass stained
with
words I’ve traced:
“I want to say I will stay
I’ll wait”

Give me a reason not to go away.

i am t(angle)d up in you once more
drowning from (my) loss before
please re(mind) me again
how (to) fix this
remind me
how
to
(feel)
a(gain)
rem(in)d me
who i was back (the)n
i am (losing) it all at once

Night has enveloped, to give me some relief,
Now invisible are walls of separation, and thy grief.

Where blood quenches the thirst,
Disloyalty is faith last and first,
Is the religion my beloved belongs to.

I beckoned, red and black robed lady with a wand.
Let me take her by the hand.
Heard of her about sorcery.
Her powers useless, and witch now about to succumb,
From just a gaze of eyes filled with Kohl of Leila.

My nights worthless, body breathless,
Every moment, feeling restless.
Be silent and hear, hear me, my cries,
Don't forget the promise you swore,
I have lost my childhood over you.

Don't know, how these years left me alone,
Sufferings, separation, theft me alone.
I never knew how pain excrutiates.
Sometimes, I enlivened you my dear,
Love is a blessing, and not a fear.

In a melancholy cloudy day, I mourn.
Glistening eyes, weeping sky, and heart torn.
I gaze from a window in Kashmir,
For a moment, condoling the tragedy, sighing.
In sombre time, lifeless, as if dying.

it’s raining. when the drops hit the roof, a harmonic sound is made. a melody. it’s a whole new genre of music by itself. so peaceful.
and even though people are bouncing and sulking, and completely soaked by the tears of the sky, it does not change the fact, that it’s raining.
i think the world needed that.

El cielo llora,
no por desamores
ni por una muerte,
llora por la falta de llanto
de tanta gente

Pide clemencia el indigente,
algo para comer
bajo la lluvia
que moja los pocos billetes,
no alcanzan de todas maneras

Las lágrimas no salieron de los rostros,
se condensaron en pensamientos
que inundaron el domo celeste
que cubre nuestras cabezas

Ahora nos empapa inclemente,
no ve si moja al niño, al anciano o al enfermo
no escatima en gotas frías
se sienten como notas graves en un piano viejo

Mientras,
abro el paraguas,
no para cesar el llanto,
sino para ignorarlo,
como me han enseñado