At a stroke I feel the heat
Winding pulse of electricity
Beneath me I feel grounded, thunderstruck
My love abounded
So wherefore am I bound?

To tread lonely is no cause for fanfare sound
And yet to know warmth is to know bitter lacking
For in the lean times when friends seem far away
All I can feel is that maybe I was not good enough

At a stroke I banish these thoughts
But I am ill prepared to walk
The twisting thread, the tightrope-drop
And alack, I curse that I should be forgot

I hate that I should have to fight
The inner me with all my might
Who at a whim should change his coat
That in the shade I suffer'd stroke.

Nick

i don't need anyone or anything
i'm a self-sustaining music machine
infinite energy, wax and wane
some times i feel vain
while i contemplate pain and imagine security
in the arms of another, spurious and distant
i hold my stance and raise my arms

a pitiable defense against the rigours of a lonely life
but they're all i've got and so i take a stab
because the only constant in strife is that nothing short of ****** will stop me
and even though i may feel blue, it's only cos i wanted company
i feel at odds with the inner me
and ashamed that i have to explain myself
and apologize for the tremor i felt

my hands shake with the weight of a thousand cuts, hidden
beneath a thick veneer of smiles and "how are you?"s
she was the only one to reach through and hold the trembling nucleus
to say "it's okay, I know that you can do this"
but i worry her and i can only think about how much i worry them
i some times worry myself, now i think again

but this is the way i am built and i will make it all the same
life is a series of moments and kindly strangers met on a late-night train

i want to be like you. it's easier to like myself now.
but it breaks my heart that i can't explain it properly, anyhow.

nick

i wish i could stop it all -
the pains and slights we cause each other,
the struggles and the hurts
i see people enduring -
i would take it all upon myself without
hesitation,
carry the weight of the world,
bear it all,
if only because i can.
but even superman hurts,
and try though i might,
the world hurts too much for me to carry,
and i can only take so many cuts away from others before i bleed.
i must choose whom i can protect,
who needs it, when, and how,
and when to let them know that being superman hurts.

When you miss someone
So much it hurts
Like physically hurts
And it makes you cry
It *****
I miss you heaps

Then let no longer blinding Vanity
Her sightless visions make me sightless cry
When people overlook my poetry
Or hide it from the whetted public eye.
Affixed she to my eyes this future glassed:
Two separate ends fill each a crystal lens,
In one my sadness, in one joy forecast,
And happiness on gaining fame depends.
Come now and whisper what she cannot see:
That I shall always be a happy man
As long as our love burns inside of me,
Love blessed by God according to His plan.
If, my love, you make these words ring true
Then I shall know my happiness is you.

Masochistic plastic people
pit themselves against the massive whole
each one thinks he's individual
each one thinks he has a soul

.
*your words formed in heaven
and then to leave
pained in hell
then to resist

on going, the way turned to bend
in the end, the end couldn't be seen
then continued to move,
that is to say celestial

words within too many words, make a wreath of the words,
maybe tell a fairytale,
simple words have lost in melody, tune
steadfast sight of the beautiful seen, mystic in the midst of the road

alone, then after alone, painted the portrait of thy
joy of life music,
weaving the words, craving a poetry
comes at a time, loss at untimely

maybe born in dreams
within too many words, a few perches into soul
to create forms, what an amazing ties!
ah, this poetry book has lost in poetry!
..
@Musfiq us shaleheen