At the horizon where skies meet Earth
The mystical nine floors lead to re-birth.
It is a struggle to take a step,
To shift from the earthy to the cosmic map.
I ceased existence in order to live,
And I drew your picture on a Saturday eve.
If you are a dream, you are the fairest of them,
But why do you bleed? Are you hurt as I am?
It rains with star dust to wash away blues,
We gain forever for pieces we lose.
Deeply connected to each other and others
Our father is Sun, Moon is our mother.
You are my passion which brings me up-high,
But are you an illusion? I wonder and sigh.

When two strangers’ eyes meet
Once they pass on a gloomy street:
Was it her? Or was it him?
Light is on, but light is dim.

Was it just a wishful thought?
Just a dream which they have sought,
Hearts in heaven, feet on ground,
Were they lost, or were they found?

We are bound with strings of reason,
Senses, feelings are imprisoned,
We see, but we lost our vision,
Light is dim, but light is on.

When two strangers’ eyes met,
As per social etiquette,
They avoided improper stare:
Was it him? Or was it her?

I am angry at the pictures I painted
For they never became real.

When I was a child,
People said
About me:
She will be a
Builder, or destroyer.

As an adult,
I never got to
Build anything,
Or destroy anything,
But myself.

My eyes and eyes of yours
Talked,
Words were bold,
The story told
Was old.
From the time of ice cold,
One has hold
Another's heart
(It is not very smart
For the heart to be art,
The hanging picture
In a gaze of another
Creature,
Who can dump it
Deep in a mixture
Of just memories).

My eyes and eyes of yours
Talked;
with no remorse
You let your gaze
Burn mine in
a hazel
Haze.

I write words I cannot pronounce,
Lyrics my soul holds,
And music from silent chords,
Interchange and bounce.

I write words not to break a cold,
Not to save the world, but myself.

To be heard by my heart,
And maybe god will hear me too.

I write words as most honest prayers,
From the layers of my unconscious surface.

Words from a blue place, or a winter haze,
Words sunshine laced...

Words to embrace him, who I miss,
Words to find a grace, and words to dismiss
The ugly interfaces of realities.

Words rain,
Words run in veins,
From a word to a word I race.

I am afraid to pray,
Thinking God will
Continue punishing me,
Out of love,
To teach me a lesson.

I am afraid to hope,
As always,
Hopes  will turn into
Delusions.

I am afraid to feel,
I felt too much pain
And disappointment.

I choose to be effortless,
Over being incapable.
Every step I took
Was a failure.

I don’t want to be strong,
I felt my strength
In my hardest times.

I am afraid to
Think of you,
But I still do,
Even though,
I fear insanity.

I am terrified.