The darkness that shattered her world was left behind. Ashes to forget, memory lost in the wind of no rewind
She finally took the narrow path towards a new life. Today, she stands so tall and bright. No one can bring her down, solid as a rock. There's no turning back.

Selfless, relentless to fear
Everything that mounts to heights of frights, she's the warrior. Inferior to nothing. Candors of cadence impossible to break. Her heart made of mettle steel, nothing can make her falter.

All phobias are mundane
Except for one. That's when she met him at edge of the unexpected.
He sits at the rooftop alone everynight. Smiling to himself as he gazed into burst of constellations brimming with life.
"Is this love at first sight?", she thought
Past of men that broke her,
made her who she is today.
But this boy with a smile that could break her Titanic's Ice,
made her vulnerable.
With a smile that could break
the ice in her temple.

The power he illuminates
can set her eyes on fire.
Her fast beating heart is jumping out
Thoughts scribbling every night,
'This is going to be a mess,
I can't decide'

He closed his eyes, feeling the euphoria flowing inside.
The chimes and the chill of wind are all he can hear. He slowly touched
his chest and feel the bliss
As he opened his eyes,
a scintillating star in his sight.
Their eyes didn't meet, yet,
He glances back without her knowing tilting his head to the left, as she watched him from her window.
He was falling and sinking into her ocean eyes. Each glance makes him drowned and drawn deeper to her.

Yesterday was a blur, tomorrow is a vivid life. Within her is starting to tear with fear. Prayers of hope she will win and take the climb. She wants to grab the chance and be happy for once in her life.*

Both having the intent to speak.
Both prepared to make the first move
But bartered smiles was all it took
Heart's stolen, melting ice
They somehow knew this love will last..
Forever.

It was on the walk while surrounded by dizzy  
stillness and birds' song,
Invoked in a desperate last gasp
It was all too apparent with the spinning nothingness of this street
Swirled and unapologetically driven by nonsense except in smatterings
while looking down a street
looking for a cigarette,
The reality in facing reality hits me,
like a swift kick in the nuts
when the Gardener looks at me with those,  uneasy eyes,
The walk continues as
the colors inked with rusted mailboxes
etched with dying roses synch grey skies
and grey...sweatshirts
The walk feels well worn
and I stand in unconvinced understanding,
That I was no longer nauseous.

I know a girl or two.

There's the girl that will dance.
She will mend your withering bones,
and deduct the sticks from the stones
But the teal and black
will always bring memories back.

There's the girl that will lie.
Your adolescent hand
held tighter by a broken rubber band.
The queen of "would-be"
indifferently using your insecurity
as a blunt tool of jealousy.

There's a girl who will give you hope.
Indirectly teaching you everything
while transforming your dreams
into bits of meaningless string.
The apathy with every rainy night,
the cracked fingernails and
every hollowed-out fight.

There's a girl who will actually care.
She'll  waltz and she'll swing
and her open wounds will sing.
A hand to help open the cocoon-
the glowsticks that lit up
the unyielding light of the moon.

There's a girl that will tease.
Opening her scabby heart,
taking a hit,
and a forgetting the broken part.
She won't care if you're there;
she'll show her bruises anywhere.

But most importantly,
there's a girl you haven't met yet.
She's tethered in between
your adolescent regret
and everything unseen.
Your journey towards finding her light
is only slightly out of sight.

I know a girl or two.
But the one I haven't meant yet
is the one who will give my life
it's dormant, yet effervescent hue.

wearing the fragrance of the Moon
her star-heart sings
of dawn's long reaching light

and at midday she sits cross legged
atop a small hill
watching people dance in sunlight

when the eve comes around
you will find her
getting dressed-up for midnight

and all the sparkling stars
a crown
she wears till Sunrise.

~~
Sometimes Loudly
Sometimes Silently
Yellow leaves have fallen,
Becoming dry
Pale
Passing through as the grained Sound on the Street

Slowly dark flees across the evenings
What an Illusion!
What Shadows!
Has Shuffled
The Past
Present
Future

Your form that creates metaphors
And what a wonderful feel
Through out its gravity
Night dancing,
When aroma of Night-Queen
Moving in the air,
Plays with the moonlit
As if Reminds
The First love Poem

Has burned within the form
Standing to fascinate
Away, a dense bunch
Of vine Forest
Bored Air moving
Listening the murmur
Of dried leaves
In the passing wind of banner
As if Someone Calling with
My old name

Empty
Restless Heart
Today is the tune that somewhere else
Like a flow
Of a distant river melody,
Surging waves of the attack
In the Strange night of Spring

Continuous grey leaves falling
Falling on the Floor
Whispering the words on the street goes through
What an Illusion!
What Shadows!
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

I'll love you like you never knew you could feel loved
I'll make you think you died then went up above

With the sultry gaze i shot your way that went right through your eyes and into your brain
And all the kisses i blew to you pierced your body like a heavy rain
By holding you like you're the one treasure in my world
So tightly that your chest rests still and your smile rests curled

I'll love you like you never knew you could feel loved
I'll wake you with my voice
And you'll hear mourning doves

RKT

My fingers feel thick while they are tapping
I feel trapped my mind seems blank as I stare at the screen
I feel immobilized and panicked and want to scream
My heart is racing
I feel like pacing
I feel like a shell of my normal self
I do my best to calm myself
The clock is ticking
I feel the urge to race against the clock
I should take a few deep breaths and slow down my body and mind
Instead I follow the fight and flight response and rush myself
I need to get a grip and find a way to overcome the
                    Test Anxiety

an old fishermen village

narrow streets
unaware of time
asleep in the sun

ancient presence
of fishermen
and their nets
women seeking
the horizon
eyes narrowed in distress

ghostly presence

i stayed for hours
the tide flood in
violently
and went low
violently

i stayed
sat still
and watched
the clock mechanism
a gear
moving the earth
to the right
moving the sun
to the left
to sink it all
colours and light

and the fishermen
lit their pipes
and thought of
their women
and their warmeness

ghostly presence

an old deserted village
of dead fishermen
and their drowned women
the wreck of it all
in the haunting growl
of a nocturne sea

I slip between both, never is
Each the one that I live for
I am anchored in-between both.

Each is seductive, enthralled
With in each a world. I can't fathom
Which is waking and the eternal
Slumber of dreams.

I will open my eyes and live, I
Will open my eyes and dream
Upon this plain of eternal confusion
Between reality and dream.