Shooting Star

Take a shooting star, through your ever observing periphery, in between momentary hesitations are inspirations of evening air and surging sensations, pulling you away from the ordinary pages those sweet fingers are mindlessly flipping everyday. If it was not for that fraction of a second, you would not know it had a glimpse of you…

A History so Beautiful

Feet tucked under the covers, lying motionless like a fallen sculpture drained of strength, but there was no ceiling in sight, I was staring blankly into a vast nothingness. The dull, continuous force in my chest was not even there to hear, there was completely nothing to sense, like a stillborn I was for a…

Beauty of a Dew

Call it crystal, call it blue, all you are is a beauty of a dew, that slides over the petals of a jasmine. Petal to petal you wept, from eight to dusk you danced, to the breathy whispers of its scars, to the tune of misery of its heart. But like everything else that goes,…

China

With lips so supple and pink, that can kiss away this monotonous innocence, I want to hear you whisper my name, while I caress your skin with the softest touch, like that to a delicate china glass.

Pigeon Heart

One tiny home up a forest tree, In a quaint but familiar territory, One little pigeon with a broken wing, Hums it’s song one sad, rainy evening. Morning walks further into days, Hope burns brighter in his heart, Thrilled to take the directions of the winds, Long flights into the wilder parts. With wings so strong…

1:03 am

I write that which is beautiful, like those gentle stories from your lips, of  hate, of love, of sadness, and bliss. I write that which is beautiful, yet dangerous and kind, I’d write it on a paper — not, but in my lifetime.

12:59

At twelve-fifty nine I write, what keeps this soul awake at night. Beneath the wet stars of July, the train of thoughts in my mind leads to your heart and open thighs. You give me that heartbeat I lost years back, Now take away all that is me, Since I’m lost — in the beauty of…

Will You Take Me to Venus?

Will you take me to Venus, where all other men have been? In my bed for centuries, frustrated and wondering.        

What if the Dawn does Break, Not?

“Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around in it, let it slide like coins through your fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of…

Quintessence of Hope

Curtains fall in so a graceful manner, A milky twilight beams o’er pines and shore, Modest ripples hum a song that sobers, Mind that seeks shelter from a day’s remorse. Galaxy of lights trickles on faces, Contemplating souls are showered with flame, Knee-bending heaven on every cheek it kisses, To ease the heart for its…

November Rain

Moon’s silent beam breaks into these windows, Unfolding truth in its pitch-black shadow, Bare coffin’s filled with memories of yore, Deep into the heart of thy weary love’s barrow. Gentle, cold whisper that kisses thy skin, Saddens the rhythm of pouring rain, Heard from afar is thy man that sings, A song of surrender of…

Life and Death

It’s in every wilting blade of grass, In fainting stars up the heavens above, In shallow streams about to run dry, Caught in the middle of death and life. In a rainbow that’s disappearing, Leaving from the vision of a child, In hearts sunken by feelings, Of distrust, hatred, and lies. It’s in between varying…