i could feel
the unbroken
line
of our eyes.

i thought maybe
i could disappear
in the wave
of feelings

but no,
i am still
living
in the moment

The moment we conquer our mortality,
Is the moment we stop being human,
And become the very things,
That we taught ourselves to hate.


- Hadrian Veska

You can say or you can do, but not both.
That is why wise men speak so little.


- Hadrian Veska

You'd find the curtains lightly dancing
to the tune of that song,
to which we'd bashfully waltzed
the first time you had held me,
You'd smell the musk
Spreading its wings in the air,
That you once said, drove you
dizzy when you were around me,
You'd find poetry singing softly
Behind the veil of silence,
Reading aloud my verses of love,
Calligraphed on the bare canvas
Of my skin, in Urdu,
Curving and turning shyly,
For you to trace with gentle fingers,
Right to left, misra to misra,
Sher to sher,
The beher of each caress
Matching the stirring of my breaths,
Culminating at its pinnacle,
Into a ghazal, your ghazal,
That would, with demure grace,
Take form and calmly embrace,
The raging fire, the desperate uproar
Lashing at my parched, starved soul.