1)  Untitled

I search my heart for true joy

I search for closure,

Closure that is never over

And light which treads softly

I am not weary of time

                             

It moves quickly, sparkles,

The words and people

They swim out my sorrow

This world deserves more than my self-interest

The bitter sweetness of pleasure grows old

I find these little moments of empathy

In my days, I cherish these victories

A goal, more lucid than self-satisfaction

I have been caught by the pain,

The sufferings of others

Entangled in a collective-realism

That I had it easier than the rest,

I was born more fortunate.

I carry my riches on my shoulders

And conclude, amidst a sober night

That to serve others might be the

Only path to eternal joy.

2)  Ferry of Love

The incident has been closed

She smashed the love's boat

Against the daily grind

Too afraid to remember pain or hurt

Memory that was once life

Is lost in chunk of time

But I still live, on the threshold of others

On the outskirt of relationships

I dwell a self like any other

I who still call earthly desire my dear

By crude interpretation of faltering sense

And with inherited ideas and beliefs

Principles ingrained in language,

Biology translated in feeling and need

The chapter has been closed

But the stain lurks

So I would take Love’s ferry across

Into where everyone else's lives.

3)  Weaving Love into Life

My Beloved knows dearness like I do

What shall we say of loving kindness?

This life, how we weave it

Sharing kisses for angels to see

An entire life, of soul-mate longing

For this dear-flat earth echoes still

In the finer parts of our genetic-neurons

These bonds that move us to

Beauty & truth, the master-hand

These oaths we take to love blindly!

In friendship’s wide credence of open eyes

The adored, lifted voice of music

My Beloved, we are the heir to those melodies!

So let your mouth water and appease

The many gathered flowers from

North to south, from East to West

The months we call by pet-names

And weeks where we came together, and parted.

4) A Reconciled Poet

Every day, admiration claims my life

She bids me with delight

Butchers me painlessly,

For an ordinary pleasure or a surprise

I carve light on the haystack,

Breeze on the stream wave

Hope in the eyes of the young

Faith in the heart of a pure soul

I feel I have acclimatized myself

To joy, but it is not true

There is no exceptional relationship

Between our souls, though we are bonded,

And slowly building rapport

It can take years of untrimmed affection

To soothe a weary soul, lips of spirit

Kisses of altruism, echoes of passion

Everyday wonders, makes a hole

In the place inside of me where

I make my daily presentation to myself

Nudging me to celebrate, what I do have

Love that has found me, friends who stay

Watching closely as the poverty rings bell

While we grow wise, we grow old,

I would not be surprised

To feel a little more mindful.

5) The Over-evolved Civilization

You say the wind is only wind

And blood is only blood

That human life is not to blame

For the balances nature makes

But I have seen the deadliest

And I have carried the inevitability of doom

In my mouth, through my soul

I lie here sometimes,

Praising the strangest joys,

Unextinguished gratitude and hope

I’ll stay a while

To see how the future tempts

The enchanted civilizations

You say our flesh breathes

And it lives, I’ll show you

Things you never thought could exist

Artificial biology, fabricated neurons

That mimic the human brain

It’s all a matter of design

To live and to die

You say the wind is only wind

But I’ve lived on hundreds of worlds

Felt the air brush my spirit

And I’ve seen visions

About the end of times.

I know how nature ceases to reproduce

When there is nothing natural left at all

6)  How your departure has left a scar on me

It has been a long time since I haven’t

Heard from you, old friend

Though you live in my mind

And in such moments I imagine

You are thinking of me too.

But our time and place is gone

Fromourselves, as lovers

Monuments deeply etched

In the corners of our soul

We have been giving slices of us

Toothers, men and women,

But the truth is

Few captivate our ideals, have values

In the likeness of our own.

We once talked about, who we would be,

Spoke about changes,

spoke about love,

The mutual love for our future

When you wept because we had to part

Did you ever knew, there was another

Unlike me waiting for you?

It has been a long time since I haven’t

Heard from you, I did not receive

Even a word.

It’s not the lack of love

But a lack of friendship

Which makes the missing stronger.

7) We will grow Roses together

Shallow, a grave for seeds,

In the cold aura of spring.

We will gather up the evidence

And break ground together

In a field of glass

Hungry, as the ground

For water in the flash-heat

Of summer's forgotten manners

We will walk the map

Of last nights' dream

To the place where the ground

Swallows the seeds

We will throw down

With calloused hands

And half-formed thoughts

You can watch one every minute

Of every day,

And you will never see them grow

Till they grow.

8) Insomnia

Pills squeak, slowly I put them

in my mouth

Another drink down that road

Just to hang up the pain

I long for the peace of sleep

I close my eyes,

Yet there is no relief.

My wandering mind forbids it

My heart that flutters

My soul that chills

Images begin pouring in,

Endless thoughts of everything,

Yet nothing.

For now, I will give in,

Until the sun shows his grin

Only then will my mind surrender,

And allow me to dream.

9) The Ash which is me

I hide my scars

under a veil

locking them up

in a solitary cage

I hide them under

old torn letters

where no hope or glint of light

can penetrate

I have sealed them

with dark gates of fate

My dead and dry dreams

brew and multiply

but they get electrocuted

when they try to escape.

Falling apart now

my soul is Polluted

With haunted past

The poisonous gas

from the thousand heartbreaks I have suffered

contaminate my spirit

The path to goodness

is blocked

the infection slowly

mixes with the air

the toxic lava

hardens the affair

The secrets I buried once

have tainted my heart

and have turned me into

a heap of ash, flying through fields.

10) The One who makes me cry

I've shed tears over you,

I've felt my heartbeat flutter

And you were there

You could do nothing about it.

I've walked heavy miles,

come here to see you,

and see just how much you really care.

You once stitched together my heart

and now you have torn it apart

Again And again

My eyes have shattered,

for your memory

My heart is worn and tattered.

My soul strives for your

metaphysical touch

It has grown weak and old.

But my love for you shines

blazes, like pure gold.

I've help my head up in the skies,

Just to see your cosmic eyes

But the clouds of vexation,

they always remind me,

That your the one who makes me cry

11) My clasped Word

The sea at the midnight

aloof, eccentric, longing

Such is the state of my heart,

covered with fog.

The houses disappear, only you remain

Like some kite lost in a Windy Desert

Overhead, the sun is thick and opaque

Comes to trembling through barriers

But I cannot see you,

I do not feel you

My ghosts travel through countless letters

They are the useless words without impact

I have not left much room for connection

Where I see you in all the blank spaces

And I don’t have the body for rest and the game

The state of the desert more in-land

That’s how I have been for a while

Can I do anything for you, please?

Perhaps this woman has a sad smile

Broken and happy, for reasons all her own.

Now you have seen my last reserve of words

I speak what shakes me up, to bring you

To the center of my small clasped world.

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The winter evening settles in

To me like a cloudy darkness

That haze of waiting after abandonment

For something more than masquerades

You used to toss the blanket

From the bed for my back

Now I am a cold burning of a thousand

Sordid images, of the flickering

On the ceiling, while you have other lovers

I must clasp my bed’s edge

With a cold knife from the gutters

Of my trampled impatience & innocence

I belong to something that comes after now

The notion of some infinitely gentle suffering

Some infinite capacity to endure ups and downs

While the world revolves like an old woman

I gather fuel in my vacant loss

I breathe through the floors of memory

13) After Tears

After centuries of tears

I will turn my back

On women and woe,

Drama and complication

Those cruel judgments

Water down my back, I am the reed

I flaunt the earth like a Monk

I bow like a Jogi

I will find trance like a Sufi

I will become a recluse like a Taoist

I will doubt your faith like a Secularist

Declaring a bitter strike against the world

And when I return to you

My heart will be universal

And I won’t seek to prowl you

Like a species, but understand you

Like a spirit, soul to soul, being to being.

14) Lost seasons of Love

I like to see love, lap the miles

the sweet debts of a lifetime

Those hearts which took

The best and worst of each other

In mutual risk, for an isle of spice

I have purchased adulation here

Disappointments, anger

sipping through loneliness

You have your son to find

Riches and eat shelves of the clouds

While I must shiver, poor

Afraid of more of existence

The far end of my tired days

Where there is not the resurrection-skin

The sustenance I had in you obtained

I like to see Paradise in a person

To make bitter tell-all tears

For hearts that advanced the journey

One step in Beloved returns,

Taking eternity to her final term

How slowly then the seasons must have turn.

15) The muse who left me burning

I stare awake for my desires like coals

Your body is the last collage of the stars to me!

I am cold in sorrow now, wounded and burning

With these hollow flames of jealousy

While you radiant your celebration of new lovers!

I must struggle on, like histograms of my falling years

The window doesn’t shout for the morning

I carry on each day hoping,

the pain will subside

My chest pressed as if to hot irons,

every time he touches you

You cannot feel it,

You have cut the cord weeks ago

The rack of time is upon me now,

I am blazing a golden hell

Of chilling death and of divorces, of abandonments

How long shall I remain a bitter figure?

To a midnight sky, when all I have now is my privacy

You were the woman who dragged shadow over me

Leaving me to rot quietly and obsolete.

16) Like Love found in eternity

You are my Lilith, my paradise in sin

I cast out demons, to let your Daemon in

The feasting, the laughter, my direct contradiction

Can you not feel you soften in my fury?

You knit a scarf for me, you are my last defense

As if I want to plunder, your innermost secrets

This is the place of Transfiguration

Where doom catches me staring at a woman

And all where my heart was, becomes tiny little flowers

Give me the parchment, open up for me

Your mariner’s map, I want to run my fingers along

The places where you were, your secret symbols

In the optical illusion of your femininity

I want to plunge into the depths of pre-history

You are my Lilith, my temptation to be different

My premonition of whims, wishes, molten moments

You are so very controlled and distilled in a jar

Had I been more savage, would you have felt my sword?

17)My eternal Love

My grisly love for thee

when you were so beautiful

it is never enough for my lips

whose kisses routinely bathe thou

In an inventory of love-cries, whispers, sighs

with tenderness, nature allows,

Thee allow, destiny allows

flower by flower, I would choose Thee

over and over again , my loving angel

Thy body’s fragrance is my

heart's energy, Thy eyes,

the channel of my dreams

My truthful love, it is so sincere and honest

with thy voice, like the smell of wheat

eyes like wildfire, cutting me

Into sweet obedience, I couldn't imagine

that I could have built a house of

sweetness without thy splendor

My soul-engaging love, it is all for you

I remind myself sometimes, how we have been together

for weeks, months, years

beloved moments, we often forget the details

Of why nothing mattered ever

except each other, we were truly made for this

an alchemy of spirits, while our shared beauty

allowed us to endure poverty together.

With gifts as plentiful as the luminous

gifts from the gods, plump-wide-eyed

spiritual dreams of our tethered destiny

Our earthy love, as if we learned to be

is not earthly anymore

as I metaphysically look into your soul

in this moment, the moment with you

that shall last till eternity.

18)Free from each other

I wanted to know

how you have suffered

I tasted the bliss in you, truly!

I was patient, as you once insisted me to be.

When news of your heart

ran through me at home

I suffered to wait for you

The months fit the same

the seasons of love, and better still

From the moment, when I met you,

all the days were pods of flame

In the drowsiest juncture of infinity

I planted till love that was,

and till love too blest me

It was all it ever could have been

And I have forgotten your name,

I dare not open our letters

Your heart fumbles for my memory

And you are free from me

We are both free, from each other.

19)  During our Love

During our love, houses were completed

Spiritual homes where you

Rebuilt my foundations

Idealistic comforts that

Somehow I had forgotten

Among the gardens, listing

The essential spiritual pleasure

That had no country to root

During our love, we felt

a peace where we were completed

finally, irrevocably, whole

as if lost forever previously

Our touch was that mutual

sensation of shared mysticism

the chime of fortitude

and unity so foreign to our

previous human experiences.

You and I are still like     

strange visions, that must be beheld

as a universal standard for love.



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I am the lotus on the menu

of soft and moist poems

that flow and swirl around the fireplace

by the window breeze, in rapture

For doctrine-dreams  so docile to divinity

the boundaries that are no more

and peace that wraps around your neck,

The fragrance at your bottom-lip

Friends, spirits, pleas of narrative

that cuts to the heart of all experience

festival of physical discovery

in a maze of mantras, verging on light

The language of folds that covets songs

lyrics that is not spelled, silence that is not

empty, leaves in motion like verbal-dance

faith, in an avalanche of anticipation

that’s poetry, clean and with soft foundations

firm at the summit of her storm-blooms

perpetual attributes of sheltered stanzas

sweet as the taste of a lady’s geography

whose distance is as quick as summer

and whose memory lingers like youth

delicious to the mind, that drinks symbols

the hemline of all dress, words, clothes, books

the last formal invitation of literature.

21)Dare to walk with me

I tread a crazy-paving sort of life

Avoiding the cracks ,

but if I fall between them,

I might not be seen ever again

Except in my own heart

I'm happy in my skin

I am playing my own game

with no winner or loser,

feeling my thoughts, living my own dreams,

none for others.

The path to iniquity

sings its own song,

has its own melody

and, not one note of it is wrong.

Dare to walk with me

Those crackled pieces form

like the days of my life

days with silences, faded flowers,

clouded nights, sunlit days,

shores swept with wild waves

Time passes every moment,

never a pause, never a void, all ends

when midnight strikes,

darkness hides my indiscretion.  

Dare to walk with me.

The one who laid the paths to purity

hangs in the gilded hall of fame,

the stars that wrote my destiny roam the infinite sky

The path to irregularity

grows its own destiny,

dances for nothing,

bows to no man, and is me.

Dare to walk with me.

22) The wonder of Separation

You might wonder why

I haven't described the landscapes,

for you in a while

it is not my business

not as a poet anymore.

You have soul deep eyes

and spirit, as wide

as the universe, mind for

biology and physics,

heart made of pure alchemy

Our poems were not for prophecy

not for love and life

Our language was not to add metaphors

to the beauty of mankind

But to accept the sea

as a pure blue hollowness, as it is

to crave sunsets for devious departures

In order to have a new persona

where the plots wouldn't suffocate us

but make us laugh, a wooden smile

at the irony of so many delicate colors

You may wonder sometimes

how we have parted,

Why I am no longer with you

but in your memory,

I am that solid blood

Blood that ran through you

waiting for the thirsty blue eyes

for the most intense love of stars.

23)  Romanticism Unbolted

She sighed, for so much melody

She was trapped in the fire

of emotions, old devotions

I tongued her crashed warbling

Kissed her like a heart-beat

I bit into her on her cheeks, like a ripe plum

And she smiled like a lily

I traced the portal of her silky eyes

Her aching of emotional release,

Her vivid apprehension

I raced for her pleasure principle,

for peaks of rapture

That I might swallow her eccentricity too rashly

Like red wine left out over-night,

gargle her in my mouth

And swallow, for her wilderness is a solar bud!

In her heart is disbelief laid

tightly cold and motionless

I wash her world in my imagination

And yearn for her sweet cup of womanhood.

24) How shall the Soul fly?

Beloved, how shall the soul fly

And find wings, to fly

far from this heart’s dreadful memories

So that the Love might win over time

And sea shall survive the war of cities.

Beloved, I have stood here for ages

But nobody is safe from impermanence

So what qualities of gratitude

could repay the gift of this life given to me?

I blossomed and only then found peace

Like a flower in full bloom

Thrived in this world of dreary separation

Starved for union, to things beyond this world

How shall the soul find wings?

You have the grace of answer

I have not the memory to wait all eternity

For one day the sun should wander

Outside of her limits, and the sky will grow dark

Beloved, did not the Sufi travel?

From place to place, planet to planet,

until all the multiverse's found

their equivalent to pure gold

Truth, justice, equality and shared wealth.

25)   Chromatic stains of the new age 


Time is an autocratic race for the next generation

Though in these stages,

A comedy of old thrives itself

Time is divided, into chunks,

parcels of joy & bunches of woe

And lessons are lost along dim corridors of memory

Faces seem blurred,

as stone age teen dreams

a feast of hope, bread crumbs

Of what once was, an opera show of past values

Now discarded, old beliefs slipping out from the lights

Did age make us more accepting?

or simply more docile?

These days bandage amidst, lanterns & leaves

We fidget and warble our way though

A mystery of our own movements,

a spectator of the game

Time is not to be taken seriously,

such high walls and modern life styles

We’ve lived enough historic evenings to feel complete

Inhaled the fragrance of chromatic stains at sunsets

Kissed our lovers black and blue,

Time always used to joke with us in unexpected farewells

Until it was no longer possible to hold,

on to this intimate atmosphere.