life is like
when you're
a little kid
and you
discover that
there is more
than twenty-four
crayons in the box
that there is
the possibility
of forty-eight colors
of sixty-four
of one-hundred and twenty
that there are
so many shades
of love and anger and peace and despair
and absolute bliss
and the ability
to express them all
are now
in the palm
of your hand
life is
colorful
beautiful
thought-provoking
lovely
soulful
heartbreaking
inspiring
and absolutely wonderful
every day is
a new sunrise
a new chance
to transform into
the butterfly you
want to be
go out there
and change the world, kid
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 9:19 AM UTC
And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.
And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.
And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.
And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.
And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.
And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
Late night texts
Sleepy eyes
Small smiles
Butterflies
Stolen moments
Held inside
Beating heart
Stupefied
~
Left alone
Tear filled eyes
Chapped lips
Scarred thighs
Empty promises
Cast aside
Broken heart
Terrified
~j.l.
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 6:39 AM UTC
Can we stay here forever?
In a moment where I don't have to worry?
Away from the judgement of the world,
Where you and I can just be you and I?
A moment in the sun, holding hands,
A moment at the beach, together in the sand,
A moment in the night, kissing under the moon,
A moment together, just me and you.
Forever
Is
Easy
Moments
Are
Harder
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 10:07 PM UTC
I'm driving
and i'm remembering
a dream I had
And you were there, and I was there
and I'm driving
driving on the dark, empty streets
(the city can't afford to keep the lights on)
And in my dream you came to bed with me
You kissed me
A honey kiss
Sticky & sweet, leaving your nectar on my lips
leaving me wishing I had more
And I'm driving, still.
remembering more things,
but they aren't that important
Nothing really feels important
Except you kissed me
that sweet surprise of a kiss
the kind of kiss in a French New Wave film
And i'm driving
And i'm remembering
It was just a dream.
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 10:02 PM UTC
There is a cage
I observe it from my balcony every day
Inside there is a bird
Too beautiful and with the chirping shrill
It seems someone trapped her brutally!
Enduring existence away from the marches of a vast faction of ally
Which she couldn't bear to hide emotions
When I gazed in her eyes
The pain that couldn't be healed!
With the suffering and the pain
On which a fragile how long can remain!
Sometimes she chirrups slowly as the flute of nosogenic tone
And downcast eyes when no one notices her miserable life
There inside the cage, plenty of happiness
As I supposed from the old terrace but
There is an absence of
Independence and a true pleasure
Dreams to fly with the march of ally!
There is a crude who kept her in the cage
He is like a creepy
Crammed with the futile peculiarity,
Inside her mind and heart
She tries to sing a song but
The caged has a fearful trill
No Wonder! How moments of joy isn't still!
Her wings are clipped and her feet are tied,
A bird outside of the cage
Sings a song shrill
With the cool gentle breeze
She follows her dream
Singing on the trees to the street
With a ray of sunshine
She tumbles to fight with the dark,
I observe the two birds
Always with intriguing wit and eyes
One caged and
Another flying freely
I hear both the nosogenic tone and the chirpings pleasant
Sometimes I wonder to my life
And I find always bound
With the shackles
And the nuisance of some who don't belong to my present, future and past!
Like the bird caged
Inside the bleak path full of dark
The dreams I dreamt
Through my eyes
They decide to put shackles on the wing,
There remains a bird and a fragile
One caged inside the cage another in the societal life
There may be some solution
I didn't get through it
But
There lie a passion and willingness
And I have a shackles
As she has a cage
The bird identifies me as an identical soul
Tries to confront
And shows compassion
But there is a space
In between us
A lengthy and the vast
And the wingless
We both
Downcasting our gazes
Smashed with the expectations
We both shuts
Our door beneath the profound sky!
©Amir Raza
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 1:20 AM UTC