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Hear them sing, the comets
Hung from gravity
Flung among the trees delicately
Reaching for you and me

A congenital rotation of Time
Topographic damage from the rhyme
Of fingered activity, blame and climb
The grist of Humanity; disease, ragtime

We’ll meet  again as the Boatman’s guests
Our clothes wet from the ocean’s crest
The shadows indicating our trip west
From this world my heart I wrest
Colors splashed across bodies of mysterious figures

Their steps are mesmerizing, drawing me in

I take their inviting hand and they set me in my place

Trapped among those creatures… visible, yet unseen

Hiding behind the dark mask of their past

Pretending to be, for just one night...


*Perfect
pick me up

i drag my corpse once again

back to the ground

gravity, why are you greedy?

hay and lilac grass

i want to sleep peacefully

to put it bluntly

i crash and sleep

momentum shifts and careless lips

put me back to where

the child plays with vehicles

ramble about the past tense

i wish i wish i could have

i should have

butter bitter better borrow blunders

i am sailing

no not the sea because the sea

it is where i instead of floating

the sea is where i choke suffocate

my hands hoping pleading

for that sweet gulp of oxygen but

i drown

i always drown

and it is not gravity at fault

i am at fault for my own tragedies

so i'm sorry gravity

please forgive my existence

take my short term breaths

and bring me back to the ground

that is where i belong

the dust filled pavements

compared to a sea

where the ground is non-existent

for my desperate feet to lay or stand on
This, my ballad to the damsel in my dreams
To the nights spent longing for love's first taste
The sparkle in your eye, how it shines, how it gleams
My desire for your nurturing heart, your warm embrace
Just the harmony of your voice to stifle my screams
Or the musical melody dancing across your face
Stretching and shouldering night away a sun crouches
to birth black's ousting
by one more empty circle of dark's hollowed pouches
then outs in sparkling showers.



Spangled with myriad star-labour unfolding membranes,
like numberless leaves
dreamers listen to soft serenades as the universe favours
lullaby-songs to deep breathing.



Silvered surface shivers with night-eyes as glittery dust
follows with dart-swift
flight each soul's winged journey while murmuring such
mysteries to those sleeping still.



Glimmers on sightless horizon reveal light's celebration
while untrodden dew
newly writhing in close-capped life waits inertia's frame
stirring to shake before rising.



Piercing the brain time's needle regathers worn threads
and remembers that more
sown seed means now-grown grain needs re-collection
in daylight's mind-aware storage.



Open-eyed, naught is over as hinging on less or more,
sun, with slumber done,
now hurries to open the thin partition between yawns
of torpidity to more hours won.
Break up, isang salitang napaka daling sabihin,
ngunit mahirap gawin,
naalala ko pa yung mga salitang binitawan mo,
yung mga salitang masasarap pakinggan
lalo na yung mga "i love you" mo,

naalala ko pa nung sinabi mo sakin na "pangako, ikaw lang.",
pero parang nakalimutan mo ata yung pangako mo,
yung pangako mo na ako lang,
yung pangako mo na ako lang ang mamahalin mo,
yung pangako mo na tayo lang,
yung pangako mo na pinako mo,

masakit dahil umasa ako,
masakit dahil minahal kita,
masakit dahil totoo yung nararamdaman ko para sayo,
sabi nila kung nasasaktan ka na umiwas ka na,
pero hindi ko kayang umiwas,
dahil mahal pa kita, Oo mahal kita,
kaya tinitiis ko lahat ng sakit,
ipaglaban ko lang ang salitang "tayo",
kinalimutan ko sarili ko mailagay
ka lamang sa tuktok ng buhay ko,
pero ako nalang ata ang nag mamahal saating dalawa.
*// **para sa mga relasyon na hindi na masyado nag wowork at one sided na.** //* //first piece na ginawa ko// Feedbacks are appreciated. ♥
Somehow I know, I
Will be a millionaire; I
Am Aquarius*

© Ali Qureshi
Dream Big or Go Home!
At least get a laugh out of it.
Skyward gaze, flash floods
Rain comes hammering down
Third eye closes, defenses rise
Not from an enlightened truth
But from the mutilation of war
Waters rush, beneath silent footsteps
A thunderstruck race to the end.
The black night’s ebbing tide
erased the only remaining hints,  
the cresting long ocean swells
did not cleanse without a trace.

Adrift and lethargically bobbing
seaweed entangled teakwood box
of water-logged photographs, drowning,
surrendered from the heart of the sea

Like molted wild feathers cast ashore with the tide
to the coarse specks of rasping  sands,
Darwin's dream in an emptied  sea-bubble popped,
dissipated into its own haplessness,
bestrewn about an untrodden seashore  

Washed out snapshots of life’s disregarded minutia  
enchained to an ordinary forgotten Kodachrome moment
left out to the consequences of the ever fickle tides,
abandoned happenstance spilled by chance
upon another undiscovered world

The warped and bloated wooden box encasement,
hoary with swollen furrowed woodgrain s,  
wearied by an enduring measureless moment adrift;

as if an ill-fated message in a misbegotten leaky bottle,
corked with marooned good intentions,
and images of disappearing dreams
flung out shipwrecked in barnacled azure glass
beneath a sky so far away


*someone you used to know
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