My Valued Muse

Can I call you my home?
As home is where heart is,
Shield to my tender wants,
The ****** of my inner thoughts.

Can I call you by my name? As name publicly identifies,
My tag, in every good or bad,
You chose to happily claim.

Can I call you my investment? As investment is for future security,
Planned and evaluated carefully  
No regrets, I venture capital  happily.  

Can I call you my achievement?
An achievement I am  proud of,
To open sky, I announce quite often,
Loud and clear your
Goals are met

Can I call you my heart?
As heart is the regulator of all
One's thinking and actions,
Without any change of outer being.

Can I call you my body?
As miles apart, I bleed from a cut,
One you experienced whilst cooking,
My body forever linked to yours.

Can I call you my public officer,
As you announce my name in parts unseen,
Fame simply from being a disciple of love,
My name you broadcast to thousands.

Can I call you my book?
With chapters and pages,
Organized with my attitude and silly wits,
Chapters in a storyline that carries my act.

Can I call you my Iife?
As every possession of yours is valued,
As dear to me in every way,
As it is to you ... My existence  rests with you.
©Perveiz Ali

I write poetry when I'm feeling broken
I listen to piano music when I fall asleep
I'm a great listener and I love to laugh,
My loyalty and love runs deep.
My daughter is my world and my light
I worry about her getting older and having resentment towards me
So every move that I make I think three times over
My wish every morning is to see her happy.
I like long walks underneath the stars
I hate the beach and love the rain
My favorite studies are science and literature
I prefer coffee over champagne.
I enjoy all types of movies and music
I like to be diversified
My past is a heavy weight on my shoulders
My memory nightmares often wake me in a fright.
I'm a deep thinker and a hard worker
I hold grudges and at the same time forgive
I love romance novels and hot weather
I believe that every breath taken is a gift.
I'm religious but my faith is unique
I'm Catholic but it's not so traditional
I make wishes instead of prayers
I'm also quite political.

& I silently fall in love with him once again
as he quietly whispers comforting words in my ear
tears stream down my face, but I smile
My head lies against his chest &
As he tries to comfort me,
His hand in my hair
Concern on his face
Piercing, haunted, torn
Charcoal gray,
Eyes.

I tell myself I will write something new everyday but it's all a lie.

Oh dear, I have become a monster to my self.

all this regret & loneliness has been getting to my head. hey would you mind if i spent the night in your bed? when it's over, neither of us will attempt to call, but a moment is still better than no time at all

I'm gonna be up all night?
Skipping rocks cross my mind?
And who decides those rocks?
Is it you or maybe me?
Ok! Just go ahead throw!
There may be a clearway
Now yet surely don't know
You mother !
You took all the rocks!
But whose the one yeah!
With no shame?