Our shadows are drifting
With the colorful kites,
Feeling warmth of the morning
I hold your hand, you press
My fingers gently in your palms,
While walking my gown drags
On the sand
Our shadows become longer
  Until we walk so, slowly
Step by step
You have a gray hat, and me-
My scarf with prints of blue stars,

Reaching the light of the sunset
Reaching the end of our way to home.

.
~~
One day you were waiting
your soul singing,
behind an open window,
in front of a large meadow

For the days long
there you made a love song
that blew me so long
grew our love so strong

where never seen any sad,
even days were not at all bad

If I did a little late
that I never forget,
sometimes you made a huff
but between us there was no gap

..
O, the days have gone
If I do not make any wrong
yet the little robin sings the spring's song,
which I bought through my lifelong

But your silhouette,
doesn't go a little far off yet

With a mystic fate
there a pair of pigeons set
yet trying to mate
just before the last breath
.
..
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

I don't believe you.

I don't subscribe to your thoughts
and the words that trickle out
of your head, to fall ******
on the pavement and disappear
down the gutter when
the rain comes.

I hope the rain comes soon.

A raging, rampant monsoon
to flood me dry and clean away
the raw, red finger-prints your diction
imprinted, a blood-red necklace ringing my throat.

I don't care for your intonation.

You, heedless of the power
of speeches simple sounds that decimate
veins and rupture explosive, ebony vessels,
setting me adrift on Moses' sea.

But, despite all, I reply in kind.

And
careless words leave me;
cutting you open.

You,
You have the power,
To form the widest,
And most sophisticated of galaxies
In my heart
Meanwhile, your touch,
Is like a black hole
That lurks in me,
Causing every feeling of fear,
And doubt to disappear
Leaving me would be impossible
My heart will literally be empty
Like a sheet of canvas,
Waiting for its creator,
And their muse in order to become,
A piece of art,
A piece of them,
All of me,
May my heart be your canvas,
Fill it with life beyond where my eyes can see,
And with stars that shine for eternity