Unsolved Riddles
When it still feels like the night before,
I don't want to miss her anymore.
I know I want her right beside,
Because looking at her I melt inside.
She is:
The tattoo on my wrist,
and the lines I hide in my fist.
The words on my lips unsaid,
the rhythmic tune drumming in my head.
The one who has left me tongue-tied,
about whom my heart has not lied.
The finest piece of Art,
the skipped beat of my heart.
The most exquisite statue,
I'll always be there to catch you.
Somedays when I'm awfully low,
just thinking of you gives me a glow.
Such is this "unquoted" love of mine,
without you here, sun forgets to shine.
A heaven sent boon,
it's like the stars without the moon.
We walked-in my rising morning dream,
hands in hands along the stream.
And finally with roses and my heart to offer I bent down on my knees..
..Confessing my love among the withering trees.
Then the air smelt of magic,
Not all such stories are tragic.
Like an eternity in a little,
And an UNSOLVED RIDDLE.
-Abu Talha Ansari

the blackbird sings of summer from the oak,
a ladybird cavorts upon the rose
and while the sunlight hours sweetly spoke,
i dreamt of meadows where the poppy grows.
i dreamt of tranquil moons and nightingales,
the sun an amber flame against the sky,
i dreamt of old romance and holy grails,
the evening closing in, the day drifts by.
the petals fall, soft pinks, confetti thin,
cool walls of fragrant blooms that fall too soon,
a gentle breeze that brushes on my skin,
reflections pale, a lazy afternoon.
my soul bathed clean, the sunlight blinds the eye
the wild rose must lament and so do i.

It would be a privilege to love you, my dear
A privilege to have my heart broken by you

It would be a privilege to touch you, my dear
A privilege to be burned by you

I couldn't imagine anyone else but you tangling my hair in fingers
Long and lean, strong and clean

I wouldn't rather any other human to taint my wasted lips
And scar my pale hands with heated fingerprints

It would be a privilege to love you, my dear
And a privilege to be broken by you.

Dear J,
   I may be at a loss for words half the time, and the other half I might have too much to say, but I can almost always say this; I love you. I have felt fear and I have felt bravery and I have felt loss. I can look pictures of us and I can recall everything we did that day. I can listen to videos of you and I can tell what you felt. And I know that you didn't think I was paying attention, but I knew how you looked when you thought something was unfair. And I knew the look in your eyes when you saw the light just right in a sunset and you knew that nothing could ever be recreated quite like that. I felt the same way about you.
   Wherever you are, know that loving someone isn't a matter of feeling something or not feeling something. It's a matter of knowing what you're feeling and when you need to let go.
   I think that people know that letting go involves unfurling your fingers and watching something fall from a great height. It's the act of following that objects downward motion that gets to us. That once it meets the ground or whatever surface it is deemed to hit, it's gone. What was there is gone. And once you think about that you think of what could have been there. That one last touch, that one last feeling of bliss that comes with knowing that the moment you wake up the sun will be shining in rivulets through fingers that tangle in hair fresh off the pillow. It's sad to know that nothing like that will happen again.
   The sun won't shine the same way. Instead it may simply fall. It won't cascade, it won't flow over the edges of noses or smiling lips. It's the same way water may lose a stone from a riverbed and from there on after it doesn't run quite the same way. But another stone, another pebble will fall in place because replacement happens.
   I guess what I'm trying  to say, is that letting go is letting someone else take a spot. In order for something else to happen you have to let your joints move out of their grip and unfold from their hold on something that wasn't meant to be held by you anymore.
   Sometimes you have to let them land somewhere new.
I only hope that it's somewhere even more beautiful than before.
            Claire

The sun, a heavy spider, spins in the thirsty sky.
The wind hides under cactus leaves, in doorway corners. Only the wry

Small shadow accompanies Hamlet-Petrouchka's march - the slight
Wry sniggering shadow in front of the morning, turning at noon, behind towards night.

The plumed cavalcade has passed to tomorrow, is lost again;
But the wisecrack-mask, the quick-flick-fanfare of the cane remain.

Diminuendo of footsteps even is done:
Only remain, Don Quixote, hat, cane, smile and sun.

Goliaths fall to our sling, but craftier fates than these
Lie ambushed - malice of open manholes, strings in the dark and falling trees.

God kicks our backsides, scatters peel on the smoothest stair;
And towering centaurs steal the tulip lips, the aureoled hair,

While we, craned from the gallery, throw our cardboard flowers
And our feet **** to tunes not played for ours.

Madalas magising sa murahan nila,
Na daig pa ang ulan na walang tila,
Kapayapaan sayo’y nangungulila,
Tila naalayan na ng rosas na lila.

Hanggang kailan kaya sila ganito,
Hanggang ang isa ay sawa na sa mugto,
Bakas ng kahapon nagsisilbing multo,
Na ugat ng bawat ‘di pagkakasundo.

Hanggang kailan kaya kayang tiisin,
Lahat ng mga hinagpis at pasakit,
Na dulot ng walang hanggang away,
Kailan kaya sila maghihiwalay?

I should have known better than to befriend.
Your trickery is now failing, my dear.
Now, I promise, I try not to offend.

My heart is not, never was, yours to bend
In my nightmares, not dreams, you now appear
I should have known better than to befriend

I know one day you’ll come to your grim end
Lovely face, ruined by your constant sneer…
Now I promise, I try not to offend

Mistakenly trusting until the end,
And look at my price, all of these tears
I should have known better than to befriend

Your character, I’ll never recommend
Your ignorance not lessened by the years
Now I promise, I’ve tried not to offend

Why so trying for you to comprehend?
A bitter enemy, I’m one to fear.
I should have known better than to befriend
And I promise, I lied ‘not to offend.’