with another false dawn of a developing serenade in me
these blank pages send a wave of tirade in me once again, I reverberate a fountain of springing thoughts vainly, i feel a thousand emotions cascade in me the voice inside of me has become too alpine to be reached which sin of mine has ricocheted in me? i weep at this misfortune, my reticence from myself i fail to give tongue to the verses disarrayed in me incessant despair showers over my tattered spirit my ribs hold hostage, a grenade in me if words part with me, my breaths might cease forever, poetry and death have swayed in me my forced smile is a veneer to hide this sorrow a part of myself feels betrayed in me a perilous drought has settled between me and this paper a tough knot of insecurities has perpetually stayed in me
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A millionth time, I envision you, you are everywhere
You are the death of me, the birthplace of my ghazal
All I see, dear muse, are wisps of your silhouette
I wonder who they think is the face of my ghazal?
My heartbreak is picturesque, you exist! yet you don’t
Don’t you see that you’re the one, the saving grace of my ghazal?
I wonder if we’re soulmates, do I cross your mind as well?
And will you ever witness even a trace of my ghazal?
It chills me to the bone, will love remain a cloud abstract?
Or will it rain when we meet, in this place of my ghazal?
If we ever converge, I will surrender my ecstatic self
You are the sole motive, the base of my ghazal
Moments will melt, from take my hand to take me home
You will heal every bruise of mine, fill every space of my ghazal
while you dream of a liberating exile tonight
i swim oceans, though immobile, tonight
a thousand reasons to leave dawn on me but
how treacherous is your moonlit profile tonight
see closeness of bones isn’t closeness of souls
this distance stretches miles tonight
our hearts have lost their rhythmic syncopation
the air castles are a crumpled pile tonight
the silken crescent moon watches stealthily
this self soul talk is worthwhile tonight
the air is heavy with an aroma of letting go
does hope not taste like bile tonight?
an overthinking aftermath or an epiphany
but wishful thinking does not beguile tonight
where has all the velvety tenderness gone?
my mouth is a potential missile tonight
i let metaphors slide onto this paper
let this poem unfold and compile tonight
If you fall for
skin and bone
after I strip
my soul bare for you,
then I let you go
with a heavy heart,
-you are not my soulmate
I have sensed your spirit
I’ve been led to you
by the stars
I have set ablaze
all the signs of you
The moon knows,
It was the first to catch fire …
a lost soul
its happy place
hold more love
some things are
to be true.
in the clouds,
is from the sins
I have comitted;
But the white glow
of the moon,
is from the purity
of my soul
In my next birth,
I want to be the moon
To admire the beauty of the earth,
From a million miles afar
To share the secrets of the night owls,
Who cry their hearts out after dusk
Who entrust theirselves to the twilight,
Both the whole and broken ones
Who find comfort in watching me,
When love fails every day
And though they’re left terribly alone,
They’ll know I’m here to stay
All those years
set on fire,
with a simple spark
of a lie.
There’s no going
when two souls
matter no more,
when the magic
ceases to work.
And the colors fade
and the chords play