Will I gain a leverage,
              but be below your gaze,


How can something so levitated
              flow like a river below
  

my feet, yet move me in so many ways.


Your like the wind, always inhaling you
                                               inwards..

But always feeling you caress my face.



Your an enigma of my life, felt within every fibre,
                         but with ever expansion of self


you escape me..

Inclination is a contagion
         that affects the cerebral cortex.
Infecting other organs in a complex
                                method of defilement.

Once one has succumb to the influence
             of this pathogen, the following
                                 is woeful in its method

1. Heart rates do palpitate to an extreme beat
2. Part of mind isn't playing on the same spreadsheet.
3. All reactions of thought & heart aren't as discrete.
4. AWOL are the rationalities within every heartbeat.

But still those who fall foul of this moment,
                           do not wish for a cure even though
out of ten three prove semi-fatal for a time to these organs.
            They still live,
                       but singular,
                             alone,
                                desolate
                o­­f what made them in pain.



But they will once again look for one who is a carrier,
                        to be once again infected by this moment..
                        

I must confess that I have fell foul,
               and my clock ticks with not one
                      but another beat..


Infection isn't as bad as I once believed.
                I just hope that I contaminate her
                life with more than she infected me.

As I drown beneath your smiles,
                you hold my head static.
Smiles gasp for breath, even though
             on the outside I'm holding it in.


And  as I sink to the bottom
          I  hold my last gasp,
Even though it hurts to hold this pose.

                    My life was suffocating smiles,

Chocking on every memory of what
             we once swam in I now know..



                   that I'm drowning.

And your
                           gently suffocating me beneath
        your words..

And I cant swim on the surface,
            I'm drowning
within you.

299 792 458 m / s,
The speed of light
Continues
To move this
Ship From the
Top
To
The
Bottom
Of a Galaxy.

They say it is possible
To travel  
It in
100,000 years;
However, it would take
Trillions of years
To complete the task
To get there,
Through the
Central Plane-
Come on,
Then let us go.          

What would it look like...
From the inside,
Traveling
To the other side,
Surpassing
Space and Time…?

Chills run up
Your spine.

To go any further
Would be impossible.

This trip is
Completely
Off the grid
And
Out of reach,
Unless
Scientists
Reach a breakthrough,
So
Evolutionary.

Will we ever see it?
Most likely, never.

Darkness has the same
Speed as light,
And this leads me to
Think that
They are fighting
All the time.

Glowing:
In
The
Dim
Abyss.

Breaking a barrier-
Only to be
Meshed together.

In the light of humility
the desert becomes ablaze
dream rhymes call in the dream
are lost in the dark

your love of heaven
comes back to abstract

Sometimes the way I look back
underneath the shadows of new road
that mingles with the smell of wild soil
constantly go forward to the race of love and death

Throughout the ages,
wandering within thousand monsoon
Or in the autumn,
where illusions of the sudden mist
moves him to millions of light years away
who will turn him from the glamour of dreams

In the dark night he who will discover that
at other times, he will meet with a magical moonlit
how come he will come back
certainly or uncertainty In the dark
Or on the tomb of an eternal love
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen

I held the Stanley knife to
                          my wrist..

Holding on to the grip,
              trying to warm the

cold metal...


I was there for the whole of my
                                                 life..

But the blade was never within it..


I just needed to know that
                    I was strong
                            enough to not make the

mistake of giving in.


And this was a reminder,
                as the first time the metal was cold..

And the blood warm.


                   Now I  remind myself that
even though I hold a blunt instrument
                          its a reminder that given time
everything cuts...