Apavarga

I’ll inscribe myself upon you skintight
Like a meteor crashing against the moon
Whether it’s wrong, whether it’s right
I might never know…

A constellation circulating a black hole
I found my stars flickering slightly
To distance myself and to distance my soul
Was the hardest part…

Trapped in a space warp, I saw a new galaxy
Rewired myself, reprogrammed my beliefs
As a rebirth of my soul filled the vacancy
I saw a potential within me…

I drift further towards the blurred boundaries
As stardust wraps itself around me
Love flourishes against my exposed fragilities
And fills them with beauty…

I’m grateful for that fate
Along which I’ve found my Shams
Soaring towards an open gate
I feel an ethereal energy liberating me…


His Hell... My Bliss

My flesh is thin glass
Easily breakable…

The only arms I wanted were his
And I thought I knew
What love truly is
Until I met you

So drag me into your hell
I’m already caught in the flames
Turn me into your fire
Before I turn into ashes

My flesh melts away
And my skin cracks open
You reside inside of me
Burning… scorching me

I melt into a bliss
As the coldness dissipates
My cells adapt to the heat
Until they burst…


Proximity

I can’t describe the joy I feel when you’re this close. When we’re breathing the same air. When you talk to me, when I hear your voice… and my name on your lips. It’s beautiful. I feel beautiful when you look at me. When your eyes decide to carve a memory of me…

That day, when you asked what my name was, I couldn’t stop smiling. I swear I couldn’t.

I keep envisioning those eyes of yours… I try to let their warmth seep from my memory into my body, into my veins… until it’s embracing my heart.

I keep retracing lips that were never kissed, wondering how yours would feel against mine.

I keep running my hands across my arms, wondering how firm your grip is, wondering how easily you can lift me… wondering how safe I would feel….

This isn’t about a heart skipping a couple of beats, nor it is about the flutters I always get when I think about you…

It’s more-

More than the typical romance novel shit…
This isn’t a typical attraction.
I’m afraid this might be an addiction.
Addiction to your warmth, your strength, your lovely scent, and your sweet voice.
You make me beautiful.
Your proximity, my addiction, makes me beautiful.


A Word or Two

I discovered myself through words
Secrets I couldn’t expose
Things forbidden to say
The boundaries, the bars, the cages and the walls
I brought them down

I discovered real passion
For love, for life
A passion towards others
Those who anchored your boat
Held their breath underwater
Until you were ready to set sail

I discovered magic
Something I never saw in letters
In the words they form
That can unite, destroy,
Or give some more-
Another piece of you
To the spectators

And love-
Through words
I discovered love…