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 Jun 2016 Ghazal
mk
she sat on the beige satin couch
looking down at her feet
which were designed with intricate patterns made of mehndi
her nails painted a light pink
a color much like the subtle blush on her cheeks
she was fair, but not pale,
she had a shine to her, a glow
her face was hidden for the most
with a white lace dupatta
like the midnight moon hidden behind translucent clouds
most of her hair was tucked neatly away
except the loose strand which rested on her forehead
a curl, the color of sweetened caramel
soft, delicate; and ever so sweet
she brushed it back with her small hands
but it bounced right back, falling on her face
she looked up, slightly titling her head towards the light
the way sunlight hit her eyes made you want to never look away
oh, her eyes
lined with kajal, they stood out
the kind of eyes you could find yourself getting lost in
hazel and green- with specks of yellow and blue
there was a universe within those eyes
like the rainforest after a summer sprinkle
lush, pure, mesmerizing
but they were quickly hidden once more
as she delicately pulled the dupatta closer to her face
and smoothed down the crease in her silk kameez
her movements were entrancing
you could not look away
the more you looked, the more you craved to catch one more glance
gentle, soft, kind
never in a rush
you couldn't help but imagine what it felt like to feel her touch
the only words we heard her speak
was right when the sun began to set
and the orange-red rays reflected in the pearls around her neck, the only jewelry she wore, yet enough to adorn her
her puckered mouth opened softly
and she was bearly audible as she spoke
her voice like honey: sweet & melodious
if she never stopped speaking, you'd never stop listening
she spoke with a tender sort of confidence & surety
*"qabool hai, qabool hai, qabool hai"
nikkah is the official marriage ceremony for muslims. here's what i've always imagined a bride in an eastern nikkah to seem like. the whole image is rather enchanting, i must say.
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mehndi: henna
dupatta: shawl often worn by women in the east
kajal: kohl
kameez: shirt
qabool hai: i do
 Jun 2016 Ghazal
Shysta
"So,whats your thing?"
I questioned as i gazed into his amber eyes
*(so tender so pure)

*waiting for an answer to revamp my world.




“I write”
Said he, a whispered proclamation.



"About what?"
I asked, hoping to be blessed by his utterance
to be blessed by his words





"I write about the rains
The pearls from heaven drooping down on the wandering souls
a pacific catastrophe


I write about the seas
A crystal sheath of calm, unveiling
not the length of life
but the depth of love


I write about people leaving
Painting my book with ink and thoughts as the dreadful picture
comes back to life.


I write about the murmur of air
Bearing with it a tale, a story
unheard.


I write about the sunrise
Spearing the eye with golden light
death and dark fleeing behind."




and then he stopped.



I dropped my subtle smile as he looked straight into my eyes.
Baffled by his gesture i looked down,to my trembling hands
only to be met by his eyes again.




and he said,



I write about you my love
Those sparkling eyes, that charming smile
That countenance full of life


It's your petty soul that thrills me
A soul I can


B R E A K


S  H  A  T  T  E  R

&

**D   E   S   T   R   O  Y
Clever as the devil and twice as pretty
I don't understand why people are so afraid of death
They probably don't understand the actual meaning of death
They've probably fallen in love with life so much that they've forgotten what death is really about
While our hearts beat we experience pain
We experience salvation
We bare heartbreaks
We fall down
But death is when the pain ends
When everything is left behind and we're free
Free from barriers
Free from pain
Free from everything.
Your eyes were always bigger than what your mouth could carry.
I don't know why I let you keep me clinched between your teeth.
I always loved you enough,
But for you it was too much and not quite enough
all at once.
I wonder how big I would've had to make my heart swell
Before you realized how well you could
have fit inside it before.
I dedicated my time learning to mold myself around you,
Trying to teach myself the normalcy of being intimate;
Using my best efforts at embrace.
Little did I know the tighter I squeezed you,
the looser you held.
I spent months wondering how on earth I gripped you
with all my might,
'til my skin peeled back and showed bone,
Yet you still managed to slip through the spaces between my fingers.
I guess I forgot you liked sand
because of how easily you could knock down your castles.
You tell me that you love me so,
and that you always will-
a love like that is hard to find,
and harder to fulfill.
You love me while I'm full of life
I truly hope you stay,
but are you gonna love me when
the luster falls away?

I'll never be this young again,
now, please, don't think me bold-
but are you sure your love will stand
when I am gray and old?
The spring will be gone from my step,
my strength will also fade.
Will I turn round to see you gone,
or be glad that you stayed?

The stars themselves fade out in time,
their shine will dim and die,
and it won't take that kind of time
to wither you and I;
but if you love me as you say,
then time will see us kept,
until beneath her currents cold
the river sees us swept.

So, when the luster falls away,
and all that's left is old,
will you still be the one I have,
the one I get to hold?
If your dear heart is true enough
to an old soul like me,
then that sweet love will be enough
for my eternity.
When love turns from golden to silver
 Jun 2016 Ghazal
Perri
twohundredthirty days
with no touch
skin to skin
the things I would do
the money I would pay
oh how I long for the warmth
in any way
please
someone
let me in
or let me die soon
with no kin
being so untouched
I consider a sin
could be as simple as
a brush of my hair
or a stroke of my chin
because no human contact
is a loss
not a win
 Jun 2016 Ghazal
Sourodeep
Up and down the road again,
following the twists and turns
in hope to achieve and gain
I ride on though my eyes burn

My hopes painted inside my mind
where in loops past and future runs
behind the clouds my star shines
I look through it though my eyes burn

I had held too many I could pocket,
now tell less tales, became a taciturn,
hanged those round my neck in a small locket,
I keep quite though my eyes burn

The storm has done damages enough
from the winds and waves I learned
even small ships can deal with the rough
I clean the deck *though my eyes burn
we have got enough inside us to deal with our troubles,
we can build our road, breaking rocks into pebbles.

Haha .... cheers !
 Jun 2016 Ghazal
Emily Dickinson
559

It knew no Medicine—
It was not Sickness—then—
Nor any need of Surgery—
And therefore—’twas not Pain—

It moved away the Cheeks—
A Dimple at a time—
And left the Profile—plainer—
And in the place of Bloom

It left the little Tint
That never had a Name—
You’ve seen it on a Cast’s face—
Was Paradise—to blame—

If momently ajar—
Temerity—drew near—
And sickened—ever afterward
For Somewhat that it saw?
 Jun 2016 Ghazal
cgembry
Beloved
 Jun 2016 Ghazal
cgembry
Walk with me through the storm beloved
Walk this long winding trail
Accompany me through the tempest
Through the onslaught of rain and hail

When thunder tries to shake us apart beloved
Let’s hold each other near
With you by my side when the lightning strikes
There is nothing I have to fear

The downpour is picking up beloved
But I know we will be fine
There is no storm I cannot face
As long as your hand is in mine
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