Colourful candle Your flame flickers I inhale your sensual scent You create a magical mood Poised for rest and relaxation Or the real romanticism Of a perfect enchanted evening
When someone steals something you love, Or steals someone you love it hurts, The pain goes through your body, You loose your breath and feel you break, But she is mine and I will not let anyone have her, Mine, For me, ALWAYS.
Nahi hota kisi tabib sy is marz ka ilaj, Ishq la ilaj ha bas ahtiat kijiye...!!! -------------------------------------------- Bewaja nahi rota ishq mein GHALIB, Jisy khud sy barh ky chaho woh rulata zaroor ha...!!! -------------------------------------------- Sukoon aur ishq wo bhi dono aik sath, Rahny do GHALIB koi aqal ki bat karo...!!! -------------------------------------------- Misl shesha hain hamein thaam ky rakhna GHALIB, Ham tery hath sy choty to bikhar jaein gy...!!! - See more at: http://tinyurl.com/q2du94e
I can feel it. Just under the surface, it's there. That hard prominent perfection. Under my fingertips that trace my imperfections. They are there. Beautiful and white. Just pull my skin tight and you can feel them too.
you're not your hair: you can cut it dye it curl it straighten it shave it bend it twist it;
you're not your face: you can hide it under layers of make-up you can put on lenses you can change your face in a matter of minutes;
you're not your skin: you can cut it draw on it bite it tear it;
you're not your body: you can lose weight gain weight;
you're not your clothes: strip them off;
never reduce yourself to a colour a number an adjective a noun
never reduce yourself to a simple word
you are the thoughts you have at 3 a.m. the lame jokes you tell your friends the art you create the books you read the pages you have dog-eared the quotes you have highlighted the coffee you never finished drinking the movie you watch after midnight, wrapped in a blanket the chocolate cake you ate that night with that girl the slice of pizza you could've eaten but you gave to your best friend the kiss that still burns on your lips the cigarettes that sting in your lungs long after you smoked them the dreams you dream the worlds you build in your mind the song that's stuck in your head the moments you're in the shower the iloveyous the ikindaguessilikeyous the icareforyous the seeyoulaters the words you say the smiles you smile the laughs you laugh the loves you love the hates you hate
you are an entire universe: you're stars and planets and galaxies and asteroids and comets
you are a cosmos trapped in a shell.
you are a gazillion worlds locked in a human cage.
i am less than human. i am a creature that breathes just as they do, but i am less than them.
i love to believe that i'd fit in and be a real human some day, but the little scars on my wrists and legs move up and become more visible, screaming "here i am" "come see" "look at how well i can hate"
i am less than human, where i am a museum of lazy little razors.
For some reason I've noticed something Something about a word This word come up in my poems It comes up a lot Like it has to be in every one It makes me wonder If I could even write one poem Without that word Even in this one I still write it What a funny thing to think about