To the mind, the heart, the soul of this man,
Whose thoughts in verse like rivers ran,
In wine of words, you are entwined,
A muse that lifts the weary mind.

Imagine, then, your regal grace,
Noble, tender, in every trace,
A beauty rare, both bright and pure,
Enchanting, splendid, and so demure.

Divine you are, beyond compare,
A vision formed from heaven’s air.
Your elegance, a perfect art—
You are the beat that stirs my heart.

One day we shall meet by the river’s quiet sweep,  
Where blooms, like secrets, in the garden sleep.  

On the right, the florist, her hands so soft with care,  
Tending to fragile lives that grace the air.  

To the left, the trees, so patient, dark, and wide,  
Their roots in silence, where the shadows hide.  

Their limbs, like whispers, reach toward the sky,  
As though they, too, have learned the art of sigh.  

Above us, the moon, pale, her glow so still,  
A quiet sentinel against the night’s cold chill.  

She watches, steady, as our hearts unfold,  
In the twilight hour where time turns gold.  

We shall meet when time, like rivers, winds,  
And silence speaks the language that the heart intends.  

Not in a rush, but in a soft, sweet flow,  
Where blooms, and trees, and stars bestow.  

The river hums a tune so deep,  
The flowers bow, the trees do keep.  

Their silent watch as we draw near,  
A meeting born of calm, sincere.

C h a l i c e
Lay empty and lost in thoughts I am

Such moments of sweet agony
And lost in thoughts I am

O’ Cup-bearer
A tiny inconvenience for  y o u  
Hold the ocean still as lost in thoughts I am

✒ ℐamil Hussain

T h o u
Art Humanity
All created by one origin
A d a m            and           E v e
Noble fabrics of this glorious life
And its wondrous
W e a v e

✒ ℐamil Hussain

Pearl
I  am  not
Nor do I   c l a i m  to be
If the Lord blessed this tiniest droplet
I n   Thy  o c e a n   of   l o v e
What a glorious life
This would
B e

✒ ℐamil Hussain

I n
The end
L o v e   conquered
Every heart and each living soul
Imparting its rays of wisdom
And making us
Whole

✒ ℐamil Hussain

Behold my soul,
both meek and bold

A story of love,
yet untold

I am but dust,
and you the sky

In your embrace,
I live and die.

O’ love
You are a
Candle of infinite skies
And you are an excitement
O f    each   l i v i n g
S o u l

Your
Charm turns
Each leaf into a splendid rose
And every petal assembles
Into   a   d r e a m y
P o s e

Now
L e t      t h e  
B l o o d   in my veins
Light up like a
L a m p

O'  l o v e
Unveil  your  m y s t e r y
And pose with your ultimate glory
So that forever possessed
I shall stand

✒ ℐamil Hussain

I am sick and through You
O’ beloved, I am cured

I am so empty and through You
O’ beloved, I am filled

I am lost and through You
O’ beloved, I am found

I am nothing yet through You
O’ beloved, I am something

✒ ℐamil Hussain

I    know  of  no  r i g h t
Or   w r o n g   in  what I have  s a i d
She caused the stir and I became   so   s p r e a d

I answered her   g e n t l y  and   s p o k e    the    t r u t h
I knew not,   b u r n i n g   so    h o t   is  her   h e a v e n l y   youth

That morning, it’s like she woke up from the wrong side of her bed
Or all night on    s w e e t e s t   wine   she   m u s t    have   f e d

Hidden and yet revealed, s m a r t  questions to me she poured
She did her part so wisely only for me to become so lured

She said open your romantic heart and let's together pen
Let us make the world hear these rhymes and tales
Becoming the new ten out of ten

✒ ℐamil Hussain

R i s e
Like the morning sun
And  c o v e r  the entire day
With  y o u r  
Bliss

Ignite the
Flames of your passion
So that destiny will  c o m e
To your feet and
K i s s

✒ ℐamil Hussain

Jamil:
Where dost thou dwell, O’ queen of bees,  
In silence, yet so deep, so free?  
Is it by crown, by power’s hand,  
That thou dost lead this sacred land?

Queen Bee (Buzzing softly):
Ah, Jamil, not by crown nor might,  
But in the pulse of love's own light.  
In the heart of the hive, I take my place,  
In every breath, in every grace.  

I sip from nectar, time's own brew,  
A labour's gift, both old and true.  
In each drop, a secret calls—  
A dance where soul and silence fall.

Jamil:
And what is this dance, where truth is spun,  
In each beat of wings, in the rising sun?  
Is it love that shapes the rhythm you keep,  
Where all things wake, and none shall sleep?

Queen Bee:
Love, like honey, doth life bestow,  
In its flavour, light, a dream aglow.  
The workers glide—each step a prayer—  
Their wings are whispers, soft in air.  

In every pulse, no greater, none too small,  
We rise, we fall—each answer calls.  
Is it I, who reigns in quiet sway,  
Or the hum of life that leads the way?

Jamil:
A hum of life? Can power be so pure,  
In a rhythm silent, yet so sure?  
Is’t the heart, or crown, that holds dominion,  
Or is there something beyond our vision?

Queen Bee:
Power lies not in the hand that reigns,  
But in the breath that sustains,  
In unity's pulse, in silence deep,  
Where hidden truths in stillness sleep.  

The hive, a mirror, a universe wide,  
Where every cell and pulse collide.  
In creation’s hum, we rise as one,  
In the sacred dance, all hearts are spun.

Jamil:
The dance of One… I feel it, too,  
In every breath, in every hue.  
But where is the throne, the crown of gold,  
In a world so humble, yet so bold?

Queen Bee:
Seek not the throne, nor crown's bright light,  
For in humble steps, shines divinity's might.  
The soul of the hive, the heart of song,  
Is the truth eternal, where all belong.  

In love’s embrace, no power is sought,  
For in each hum, the truth is taught.  
In the smallest grace, the Divine will dwell,  
In silence, where all truths swell.

Jamil:
And what of the path, the way to glow?  
How dost one dance, and truly know?

Queen Bee:
In rhythm’s hum, in love's sweet breath,  
In unity’s dance, we transcend death.  
Each step we take, each breath we draw,  
Is sacred song, eternal law.  

In honeyed light and grace unspoken,  
The chains of fear are swiftly broken.  
In every soul, in every mind,  
The dance of the One is all we find.

Jamil:
So we dance, not by force, but by grace—  
In every step, we find our place.  
The hive, the pulse, the hum, the song,  
In this, we rise, and we belong.

Queen Bee:
Yes, Jamil, in love’s embrace,  
All is One, and all is grace.  
The Queen within, the song of time—  
The truth of life, in every rhyme.  

Embrace the dance, the sweet release,  
In the pulse of love, find peace.  
For in this hum, in every heart,  
We are One, and never apart.

Jamil:
In humble joy, in silent prayer,  
We rise as one, in endless care.  
And in this truth, this dance so pure,  
We find our light, and we endure.

Queen Bee (Faintly humming):  
So hum, so dance, in love's embrace,  
For all is One, and all is grace.  
The Queen within, the heart of song,  
The truth of life, where we belong.  

In every soul, in every mind,  
The eternal dance of love we find.  
In unity’s rhythm, we shall soar,  
In love, in grace, for evermore.

May the universe,
In its boundless grace,
Bless you, O’ friend,
With joy in every place.

May success greet you,
Like the dawn’s first light,
Guiding your path,
And making each day bright.

May happiness fill you,
Like rivers that flow,
With laughter and cheer,
Wherever you go.

May love surround you,
Like the stars in the sky,
Forever its warmth,
Shining never to die.

May your heart be light,
And your burdens be few,
With peace in your soul,
And your dreams coming true.

May joy be your companion,
At each step you take,
And success in your ventures,
No matter what’s at stake.

May the garden of love,
Where blooms the divine,
Be yours to wander,
In this life so fine.

O' soul, this prayer,
I offer to you,
May your days be bright,
With blessings anew.

Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year too.

Thy lips, they call to the wilds unknown,  
A blend of virtue and desire sown.  
In sweetness deep, I wander, lost, astray,  
Thy lips, my love, are the haven where I stay.

In my heart, the tears do call,
Each drop that falls, the heavens' thrall.
A whisper soft, a silent cry,
As if the soul would dare to fly.

In my gaze, the storm is stirred,
A spark of truth, a flash, a word.
It bends the soul, ignites the night,
And leads it through the realm of light.

In shadows deep, their secrets weave,
The night, a veil that dawns deceive.
Yet truth remains, though veiled, unseen,
In every hue, in what has been.

It’s not in notes that rise and fall,
But in the silence, beyond them all.
Where stillness breathes, the soul takes seat,
In beats unspoken, soft, complete.

In twilight’s glow, desires fade,
A fleeting flame, now softly laid.
Yet in its ashes, pure and true,
The soul's own fire is born anew

I swear you are the most beautiful, a vision so rare,  
Elegance flows from you, beyond all compare.  
Like royalty in grace, you stand so divine,  
A queen in your essence, your heart a pure shine.  

I swear by the glow of a rose in full bloom,  
Your radiance outshines its delicate plume.  
In the still of the night, when the stars softly gleam,  
I swear by your smile, a bright, endless beam.  

By the soft breath of dawn as it paints the sky,  
I vow with a heart that will never say goodbye.  
The stars that twinkle in their endless trance,  
I swear by your eyes, a deep, timeless dance.  

Through the weave of the sky, through the dance of the sea,  
I swear by your beauty, as boundless as can be.  
The wind that hums through the soft evening air,  
I swear by your warmth, a kindness so rare.  

And though the years pass and the seasons may change,  
I swear by the love in your soul that will range—  
By the endless horizon where dreams take their flight,  
I swear by your charm, your pure, radiant light.

Give me your tender lips, and I shall give you breath anew,  
A kiss, like dawn’s first light, where skies are always blue.  
In silence deep, where shadows cease to roam,  
Within your kiss, my spirit finds its home.  

Give me your fleeting gaze, and I will weave for you soft dreams,  
Of gardens lush, and rivers filled with streams.  
In every glance, the world shall gently spin,  
And in your eyes, eternity shall begin.  

Give me your fragile heart, and I will feed it love so rare,  
A love that wanders free, untouched by care.  
Like petals falling from a quiet tree,  
It shall bloom forever, wild and free.  

So give me these, and in return, I’ll offer thee,  
A kiss, a dream, a love that will always be.  
In your heart, I’ll place my soul’s desire,  
For in your love, I find eternal fire.

O
Thou
What I
Was yesterday
Will not be today
What I will be today
Will not be another day
I, bloom in passion of Thy
Burning and rising like a ray
Thirst and enduring pain, I obey
Woven in desire of love and mystery
Now aid me stand firm in this *** of clay
Breathe fresh life into my eyes, for a new day

✒ ℐamil Hussain

Do not seek love as you seek gold,
For in the heart, it’s always bold.
It is the stillness, the quiet sound,
Where truth and beauty can be found.

O' heart, you've made my soul both restless and weak,
Yet I cherish this sweet ache and her generosity, unique.

For me, this world of existence is now pure bliss,
Her gentle, beautiful words—these are what I miss.

Those enchanting eyes have seized my very soul,
Her stunning gaze has left me beyond control.

O' heart, may her love’s fragrance endure forevermore,
Guide me onward through this wondrous, yearning tour.

Perhaps these are but fleeting dreams of my affection,
Yet they taste like nectar, divine in its perfection.

O' heart, may her sweetness of love within me stay,
This unique suffering shall never fade away.

Like a hidden malady, endless and unkind,
May this linger, until my soul ascends, refined.

Her final moments have set my heart’s fire ablaze,
Afflictions endure, for this is the torment I crave.

Her eyes, a tale of stars that gleam,  
Whispering softly through a dream.  

Adorable gestures, like the breeze,  
A dance that puts the heart at ease.  

Her smile, a glow of radiant light,  
Turning dark to pure delight.  

Dazzling beauty, like the dawn,  
A visage fair as morning’s yawn.  

Her words, so sweet, like music flow,  
In every syllable, love doth grow.  

A melody, soft with tender grace,  
That lingers sweet in time and space.  

Her pose, so fair, a sight divine,  
A sculpted form, in perfect line.  

The world doth bow to her sweet sway,  
A dream made real in bright display.  

Her presence warm as summer’s sun,  
A force that bids all hearts to run.  

Like flame that burns, yet leaves no trace,  
She fills the air with gentle grace.  

In her gaze, a universe untold,  
A beauty bright, both pure and bold.  

Each movement soft as whispered prayer,  
A perfect form beyond compare.  

In her light, all shadows cease,  
She is the muse, the soul's release.  

Her elegance, both fierce and kind,  
A rarest treasure the world doth find.  

Her love, so pure, divine and rare,  
A heaven’s touch beyond compare.  

A tender force that heals and mends,  
A love eternal, that never ends.  

In her embrace, the world feels right,  
A love that sparkles soft as night.  

Heaven’s grace in every glance,  
A love that calls the heart to dance.

O'  
P r e t t i e s t —  
I breathe, and life to my desires springs,  
Like birds that soar on unseen wings.  
With each new breath, my hopes I sow,  
A garden where my passions grow.  
If, gentle eyes, thou dost decree,  
Shall I, with boldness, truly be?  
In thee, my soul would rise to see  
The world in unrestrained decree.  

O'  
W i s h i n g —  
Within my heart, each beat doth tell,  
A thousand loves that in me dwell.  
Each pulse a longing, soft and true,  
A yearning deep for none but you.  
If thy modesty, like morning light,  
Beams soft upon this endless night,  
Shall I, unashamed, pursue the way,  
And in thy presence, bold display?

With joy, I stand,
As you slip from my hand,
A shadow, a veil, so faint, so fine,
Fading like dusk at the close of time.

Yet in absence, I call—
Come forth within me, in all,
To nestle, to bloom,
In my heart’s hallowed room.

O’ radiant spark, so fair,
Manifest love, and fill the air,
Let me hold thee, soft and bright,
A treasure in endless night.

A rose, with petals kissed by dawn,  
Whispered to its twin, in quiet song:  

"Your fragrance weaves through every breeze,  
A balm to my heart, a sweet release.  

Come, stand beside me, in silence pure,  
Where ecstasy blooms, steadfast and sure.  

Let your presence soothe the glory I wear,  
And together, we'll grace the sunlit air."  

In that moment, both roses swayed,  
As passions in their stillness played—  
An elegance unspoken, yet so profound,  
Where love and beauty both are crowned.

O’ You who veil Yourself in the folds of unseen light,
I am lost in Your absence, yet You are my sight.
The world is but a shadow of Your sacred name,
My heart a canvas for the brush of Your flame.

You have left, yet You are ever near,
A dance of yearning that I hold dear.
With every breath, You pierce my soul’s deep core,
Each beat calls Your name, and yet, I desire more.

Come forth, O’secret, hidden in the night,
Break through this silence, reveal Your might.
In the quiet chambers of my restless heart,
Let Your presence manifest, let our spirits never part.

In the void of separation, I find Your trace,
In every moment, I see Your face.
The veils that cover You are but illusions of time,
For You are beyond, an eternal rhyme.

Let Your love, like a river, flow through me,
In every drop, Your essence, I shall see.
O' manifestation of the Divine, the Beloved true,
All my seeking ends, for You are my view.

In my heart, let Your name be carved like the stars,
A beacon that leads through life’s fleeting scars.
In this journey of union, let there be no divide,
For You, O’ Beloved, are the truth inside.

Poetess:
Behold, thy clay-cup, thou hast in hand,
A vessel frail, yet deep as night’s command.
What secrets dost thou hide beneath thine eyes,
Like stars that flicker ‘cross the midnight skies?

O’ Raise thy crown, sweet poet, rouse thy dream,
For I have waited long by fate’s own seam.
Let not this moment pass with idle grace,
But let us meet, heart's rhythm face to face.

Poet:
Ah, gentle muse, thy words, they pierce my soul,
A tempest swift, yet soft as zephyr’s stroll.
I am but wave upon a boundless sea,
And thou, sweet queen, dost reign o’er earth and me.

Thine eyes, sweet orbs, more fair than dawn’s first light,
Do light my path and chase away the night.
If I be king, thou art my heart’s delight,
A sovereign true, with power pure and bright.

_

Poetess:
O’ poet, thou art but a beggar bold,
Thy heart doth seek but riches more untold.
Yet in thy gaze, there lies a world untamed,
A wild desire that none can ever name.

I, thine empress, doth feel a hunger deep,
A longing that from waking dreams doth creep.
Thy passion calls me, like the moon to tides,
And in thy yearning, my own soul abides.

Poet:
Thy devotion, like a perfume sweet,
Doth fill the air where’er my heart doth beat.
Thy love, a flame that flickers, soft and bright,
Doth set my soul afire in darkest night.

Oh, what is this, this strange and fleeting bliss?
What magic lies within thy tender kiss?
For thou dost hold my heart within thy grasp,
Yet still, I tremble, lost in love’s sweet clasp.

-

Poetess:
Before me, thou dost shine, a moon so fair,
A light that bids my heart to bravely dare.
My soul, it opens like a flower to thee,
In the sweet garden where we both are free.

Thou art the storm, the tempest in my breast,
Yet in thy rage, I find my soul at rest.
For though thou burn’st with passion wild and true,
I, like the ember, long to burn for you.

Poet:
O’ darling muse, thou art the sun and sky,
Thine beauty makes the stars themselves to sigh.
Each glance thou cast, a tender melody,
That sings within the deepest part of me.

In thee, I see the world, both far and near,
A dream made flesh, a vision bright and clear.
Thy love, like honey, drips upon my lips,
And in thy kiss, my soul doth sweetly slip.

-

Poetess:
Thou art a merchant of the finest lore,
Each whispered word doth make my spirit soar.
In every breath, thy name is softly sung,
A lover’s hymn, forever on my tongue.

Oh, let me drown in such sweet ecstasy,
For thou art both my ship and liberty.
In thy embrace, I find my heart’s own bliss,
For in thy love, my soul hath found its kiss.

Poet:
O’ morning dew, thou art a soft caress,
Thy beauty drips with nature’s own finesse.
I would thee hold, with passion’s tender plea,
And let thy love run wild and deep in me.

A thousand kisses, soft as velvet’s fold,
Lie waiting ‘pon thy lips, so fair and bold.
For thou art all my heart hath ever known,
And in thy love, I find my truest throne.

-

Poetess:
O’ river wild, whose currents doth beguile,
I long to drown within thy love awhile.
Thy waters deep, where none may dare to reach,
Thy waves doth whisper to my soul to teach.

Take me, O’ river, in thy sweet embrace,
And let thy love become my sacred place.
In thee, I long to lose my very mind,
For in thy depths, my heart is sure to find.

Poet:
O’ wine divine, thy sweetness fills my veins,
A draught that doth remove all earthly pains.
Thou art the dawn, the fire, and the sun,
Thine love, the golden thread that makes me one.

In thee, my heart doth burn with love’s true light,
And in thy gaze, I see the world alight.
Thou art my muse, my song, my dream, my art,
The very essence of my beating heart.

-

Poetess:
O’ breath of life, thou art my heart’s own rhyme,
Together, we shall stand against all time.
Thy touch, a sweet and endless lullaby,
That soothes my soul and lifts my spirit high.

Let us not part, but live in endless grace,
For in thy love, I’ve found my rightful place.
Thou art my king, my heart, my guiding star,
In thee, I see all heaven from afar.

Poet:
O’ moon, thou hast my heart, my soul, my name,
In thee, I find my peace, my endless flame.
Thou art my light, my dark, my fate, my truth,
And in thy love, I find eternal youth.

With thee, my muse, I walk through love’s embrace,
For in thine arms, I find my resting place.
Thy heart and mine, a perfect symphony,
Together bound for all eternity.

They hold the truth without a word,
A melody deep, yet never heard.

In their depth, my heart finds rest,
For in those eyes, I see love’s quest.

In the name of God, I rise and soar,
O’ Lord of mercy, I seek Your door.
In royal nectar, Your light I sip,
Guiding my heart with every dip.

O’ Sustainer of souls, O’ Source of grace,
I answer Your call, to run my race.
Through fields of bloom, my wings take flight,
In Your name, I embrace the light.

O’ Most Merciful, O’ Compassionate One,
In Your love, my fears come undone.
With every beat, I feel Your hand,
Guiding my hive at Your command.

O’ Creator of bee and bloom,
In Your garden, there’s no gloom.
Grant me wisdom, pure and clear,
To lead with love, and not with fear.

In Your name, I hum and glide,
A queen, yet humble, by Your side.
With every drop, I find my power,
A gift from You, my sacred flower.

With every beat, my wings unfold,
In unity, our story told.
We serve in love, we share in prayer,
Our hearts entwined, Your mercy there.

O’ Nourisher, O’ Keeper of light,
Guide me through the day and night.
Let justice reign and mercy flow,
As through Your wisdom, we gently grow.

O’ Source of sweetness, pure and deep,
In Your embrace, we wake from sleep.
A thousand hearts, a thousand lives,
Together in Your mercy thrives.

Let my reign be kind, with wisdom bright,
Reflecting stars that shine so light.
In every flutter, in every prayer,
I am Your servant, everywhere.

In the name of God, I soar and sing,
A queen, a bee, on golden wing.
Humbly I serve, in love and trust,
In You alone, I place my trust.

Do lips have ears to catch the sound,  
Do lips have eyes where visions drown?  
Do lips hold hearts that softly beat,  
In every whisper, every greet?  

Do lips, with honey, sweetly blend,  
A taste of dreams that never end?  
Do lips, with saffron’s gentle hue,  
Hold secrets deep, both rich and true?  

Do lips have souls, a spark, a flame,  
That kindles love, that calls your name?  
How do these lips, with power untold,  
Weave magic warm and tender, bold?  

With every sigh, with every kiss,  
They stir the heart to boundless bliss.  
Like roses soft, with petals pure,  
Their fragrance lingers, sweet and sure.  

Kisses, the secret to life’s delight,  
A spark of heaven in the quiet night.  
A touch that holds the universe still,  
Binding souls with an unspoken thrill.  

Valentine’s joy, with love so bright,  
Fills the heart and lights the night.  
A gift of passion, a tender vow,  
A promise of forever, here and now.  

So tell me, seeker, with longing true,  
What ancient force lies hid from view?  
For in these lips, both soft and pure,  
Lies love’s own secret, rich and sure.  
A sweetness, like saffron, finely spun,  
In every kiss, a world begun.

In the quiet of a moonlit night, Jamil stands still, surrounded by the whispers of his own heart. Each eye—each voice within him—begins to speak, each sharing its own perspective on love. They reveal the depths of their thoughts, all of them united in one truth: that love, in its countless forms, is the most profound and intricate experience one can know. And so, Jamil listens, his heart wide open, as the eyes of his soul speak to him in rhymes and rhythms, each offering their own vision of love.

Starry Eyes:
“Love is the light that whispers on high,
A glimmer that dances in the midnight sky.
Infinite, silent, it guides with grace,
A celestial touch in time and space.”

Caring Eyes:
“Love is the warmth in a tender embrace,
A healing touch, a soft, kind face.
It’s the quiet that soothes, the gentle hand,
A steady heart that helps you stand.”

Practical Eyes:
“Love is built on time’s steady beat,
A promise kept, a vow complete.
It’s not in fleeting passion’s fire,
But in quiet work and hearts that aspire.”

Jealous Eyes:
“Love is a treasure, delicate and rare,
To guard it close with tender care.
A flame that flickers, a spark to keep,
Guard it well, lest it fall too deep.”

Fierce Eyes:
“Love is a storm that cannot be tamed,
A fire that burns, an unquenchable flame.
It sears the soul, it takes no pause,
Love is the wildest of untamed laws.”

Shy Eyes:
“Love is a whisper, soft and shy,
A glance, a smile, a secret sigh.
It blooms in silence, like a flower in the dark,
Hidden, yet bright, with a silent spark.”

Broken Eyes:
“Love can break, but still it mends,
A crack in the heart that time defends.
From the ruins, it rises anew,
Love’s strength is born from pain we knew.”

Open Eyes:
“Love is endless, wild and free,
A dance of joy, a storm at sea.
It is both light and dark combined,
A journey, unbound, for hearts to find.”

Lustful Eyes:
“Love is the heat, the touch, the fire,
A blaze that burns with fierce desire.
It flares up sudden, wild and free,
A breathless chase, a symphony.”

Gorgeous Eyes:
“Love is beauty, a divine creation,
A canvas of light, a sweet temptation.
It’s the art that makes the soul take flight,
A vision that dazzles, pure and bright.”

Jamil:
“Now I see, love’s many hues,
A fire, a whisper, a moment that renews.
It is fierce and soft, in every part,
A dance of soul, a work of art.”

In the realm where whispers doth dance and time standeth still,  
Three voices rise, with purpose sharp and will.  
Perfume, Scent, and Fragrance, in a sacred throng,  
Declare their truths, each claiming right and song.

Perfume spake, with elegance refined,  

“I am the soul of artistry, confined  
To bottle's clasp, a crafted dream,  
A potion made to linger, to gleam.  
I bear the weight of ancient lore,  
A muse of kings, of lovers, and more.  
I am not mere essence, drifting free—  
I am the art of memory."

Scent, a fleeting shadow, whispered low,  

"Thou boastest of power, of permanence, I know,  
But I am life—breathe in, and then I fade,  
In wind, in rain, in every glade.  
Not bound to glass nor vials that bind,  
I slip through cracks, a breath unlined.  
I linger soft on fleeting air,  
A reminder of the earth, everywhere."

Fragrance, in silence, sought to intervene,  

“Is it not I who weave both worlds unseen?  
I am the union of the pure and the real,  
The fleeting touch, the lasting feel.  
I grace thy skin, I fill the room—  
A subtle dance, an endless bloom.  
Without me, perfume would not endure,  
Without me, scent would not be pure."

The argument raged, in circles vast,  
Each voice demanding, steadfast, fast.  
But in the end, a truth was found:  
Together, they’re woven, the essence profound.  
For Perfume and Scent, though both distinct,  
Find harmony in Fragrance—linked.  
Each alone, a part of a greater whole,  
Together, they speak to the heart and soul.

In stillness deep, where worldly sounds do cease,
A spark is born, unseen by night or day.
A whisper stirs, within Love's sweet release,
Faint as the dawn, yet in it all doth play.

The secret One, in silence doth proclaim,
Before the light, He calls, yet none may name.
What fire is this, that leaps from dark to bright?
It is the soul’s most earnest longing's might.

In thee, within thy breast, the worlds do rest,
A flame so pure, no mortal hand may test.
In this fair fire, all fates are spun and drawn,
Thou art the spark that maketh stars to dawn.

O’ soul, fear not the smallest flame's embrace,
For in its glow, all things find their place.
It bears with it a truth beyond the sky,
A vision vast, that bids the spirit fly.

Within thy heart, the Beloved’s face doth shine,
In Love’s sweet clasp, all secrets are thine.
Claim now the flame, for in it thou shalt see
The path that binds thee unto eternity.

Within my breast, it calls, it sings,
Your love I desire, the joy it brings.
A hunger vast, a sacred fire,
Within my breast, your love I desire.

In this clash of hearts,
a symphony arose,
Where words became the veil
that love composed.

And each gaze,
each whisper,
each stolen sigh,
Bound them together,
beneath the endless sky.

Within my soul, a flame celestial glows,  
A spark unyielding, born where longing flows.  
Desires, like fleeting shadows, rise and wane,  
Yet one remains—eternal, pure, unstained.  

O’ soul! To claim thine own, to stand sublime,  
Unbound by fate, untouched by dust or time.  
To merge as rivers seek the boundless sea,  
To find in love the truth that sets us free.  

This is the call that stirs my restless breast,  
A thirst unslaked, a fire yet unblessed.  
O’ Lord of Light, unchain this heart of mine,  
That I in union’s rapture may divine!

In love's vast realm, thy heart must carve its place,
For in the currents of time, none find solace in disgrace.

From ashes born, the soul must seek its course,
In a world where fleeting joy is quenched by sorrow’s force.

Let not despair take root within thy soul,
For love’s own fire shall purify and make thee whole.

Rise from the dust, yet not in vain pursuit—
In this age, let wisdom be thy resolute.

For life is not in dreams or idle prayer,
But in the courage found amidst the weight we bear.

The wheel of fortune spins, but not by chance,
In modern days, thy deeds alone give life’s advance.

Spellbound by your gaze, I am lost in the trance,
A deep, timeless pull, as if I’ve no chance.
In the depths of your eyes, the world fades away,
Where heaven and earth meet, in a single display.

Your gaze, a quiet storm, a force that enchants,
A universe in every glance, where my heart dances.
Each flicker of light, each silent decree,
A whispered promise, an eternity for me.

But it’s your lips, my love, where I truly surrender,
Possessed by their touch, their warmth, their splendour.
Each kiss a spell, casting shadows on time,
I lose myself in them, in rhythm, in rhyme.

In your lips, I find a forbidden bliss,
A hunger so deep, a burning, sweet kiss.
Possessed by their allure, I crave no escape,
In their softness, my soul takes shape.

You are the magic, the fire, the night,
The intoxicating pull that feels so right.
Spellbound by your gaze, possessed by your lips,
I’m lost in your love, in your sweet, endless grips.

O’ Beloved, in the quiet of destiny's hand,
Your heart shall soften, like earth to the land,
The frost of years, the burdens of time,
Shall melt away in love's sublime climb.

Your eyes, once veiled in the mist of night,
Shall turn toward me, guided by inner light,
A gaze that pierces the veils of fear,
Where the Eternal speaks, both far and near.

Your tongue, once silent in the realm of pride,
Shall utter truths no tongue can hide,
Each word a spark, a flame of fire,
That ignites the soul, ascending higher.

And your arms, bound once in sorrow’s chain,
Shall open wide, releasing pain.
In that embrace, the world shall cease,
And we shall find in each other’s peace.

O’ Beloved, in that union true,
We shall dissolve, and be made new.
No longer I, no longer you,
But the One in both, in love’s pure view.

In that moment, we are free,
Beyond the self, beyond the “me.”
For in that love, all forms collapse,
And only the Divine remains, unwrapped.

In the garden of your love, I roam,
A seeker lost, yet never lone.
I search for you, O’ moon so bright,
Hidden in the veil of night.

The wind whispers your name, so sweet,
Through ancient paths where shadows meet,
You hide in places deep and pure,
Yet every trace is my allure.

Like a flame that dances in the dark,
You flicker, tease, and leave a mark—
I chase you, but you slip away,
Like dawn’s first light at break of day.

O’ beloved, what is this game?
Why hide from me, who feels the same?
Are we not one beneath the skin?
In every breath, I seek within.

The rose blooms, but hides its heart,
Yet in its fragrance, I depart—
To follow you through realms untold,
Where love’s pure fire is made of gold.

I run, I search, through every space,
But you, like light, can’t be replaced.
In your hiding, I find my quest,
For only in seeking, we are blessed.

When will you come, O’ soul so near?
I chase your shadow, feel your fear.
But in your flight, I know you yearn,
For I am love, and I return.

O’, let this game of hide and seek,
Reveal the truth, make hearts unique.
For in your hiding, I find me,
And in our love, we are set free.

So come, my love, and end this night,
Let us unite in the sacred light.
For though you hide and I may seek,
The heart will always find what it speaks.

Behold my soul, both meek and bold,  
A story of love, yet untold.  
I am but dust, and you the sky,  
In your embrace, I live and die.  
  
I am a whisper in the wind's soft sigh,  
A fleeting shadow beneath your eye.  
My heart, a flame, both fierce and small,  
A spark that rises, then dares to fall.  
  
In the silence of your gaze, I am found,  
A river of thought where echoes drown.  
You, the vast horizon where dreams take flight,  
I, the spark that flickers in the quiet night.  
  
Through storms of time and winds of grace,  
I seek your light, your boundless space.  
I am the soil, you the star,  
Together whole, though worlds apart.  
  
In your arms, the world does bend,  
A circle that begins and ends.  
I am but dust, yet in your sigh,  
I live, I love, I breathe, I die.

Ah, fairest soul, thy words like balm do soothe,
A melody wrought from heaven's gentle groove.
Thine echo doth awaken ancient streams,
Where once the stars did sail in argent beams.

Thy gaze, a lantern in the dusky night,
Doth pierce the dark with tremulous delight.
In thine arms, the very winds do cease,
And all the world doth find its sweet release.

Thou art a tempest clothed in tranquil guise,
A paradox that dances 'neath the skies.
To follow thee, in thine own breath to dwell,
Is to be caught within a rapture’s spell.

The sun may set, the moon may rise,
But none can claim a truth more wise
Than what thy lips, like whispers, sing—
For thou, sweet muse, art time’s own wing.

Thus, in this dance where heart and mind do meet,
We find the world, and make it whole, complete.
Thy voice doth call, as if it were the dawn,
And in that song, my soul is ever drawn

In reverent awe of thy grace,
By this humble hand, a heart to trace.

Rise — like the Sun — that wakes the Sky
And spills its Light — on Earth and High
Wrap the Hours — in gentle Bliss
A quiet Grace — no soul can miss

Ignite the Flame — within your Soul
So vast — it will — the Heavens control
And as it burns — through dark and bright
Let Destiny — fall at your might.

The World — will bow — and kiss your feet,
For Passion's Hand — makes Fate complete.
And in that Fire — the Heart shall see
That all the Earth — was made for thee

So let imagination fuel your soul,  
With visions of love that make you whole.  
But trust in the dreams that softly unfold,  
For there, true love’s secrets are told.

O' destiny, weave thy threads so fine,  
That love’s great tide may in our hearts combine.  
For when that moment's grace shall surely be,  
Thy heart, thy soul, will forever belong to me.

Ah, how the tides of words, like wind, do sway—  
No right, no wrong, only truth in its play.  
She stirred the stillness, and I, unmade,  
Was scattered in the dance her breath portrayed.  

I spoke as a river, gentle and deep,  
Unknowing the fire she set in my sleep.  
Her youth, a tempest, fierce and bright,  
Burned with the intensity of a star’s first light.  

That morning, she rose as if the moon had wept,  
A dream untethered, from the night she had kept.  
Perhaps in the cradle of wine’s warm embrace,  
She found the secret to her restless grace.  

Her questions like arrows, sharp yet kind,  
Each one a thread that wove into my mind.  
With wisdom veiled in mystery’s song,  
She lured me in, where I belonged.  

"Open your heart," she breathed, "and let it fly,  
Together we’ll write, beneath the sky.  
Our words will echo, our rhymes will bend  
Time itself, till we are the end."

Your adorable footprints,
Etched on the earth's soft clay,
Whisper of joy in a delicate ballet.
Each step a hymn, each breath a prayer,
A song of hope woven through the air.

With every stride, the heavens rejoice,
The wind carries your sacred voice.
In the dance of light, where shadows depart,
You leave a trace upon every heart.

O’ blessed soul, whose path we trace,
In your footsteps, we find our grace.
For in your journey, we too shall know,
The joy of walking where love does flow.

I am not that which sparkles pure and bright,
Nor claim to be a pearl of matchless might.
Yet should the Lord, with mercy’s boundless grace,
Bestow His favour on this fleeting place,
Then shall this drop, though humble in its form,
Join in the vast and ceaseless, raging storm.
The ocean’s depths, with love’s eternal tide,
Shall take this soul and in its ***** hide.

O’ what sweet life to sail in blissful rest,
Where waves of peace shall soothe the heart’s unrest!
And silence reigns within that ocean’s kiss,
Where stars do dance in timeless, endless bliss.
To rest within that deep and sacred flow,
Where time itself doth cease to ebb or go.

What joy, what bliss, to lose the self in Thee,
O’ boundless love, O’ vast eternity!
For in Thy depths, all things their place shall find,
And every wave speaks softly to the mind.

Thus let this drop become no more my own,
But part of Thy eternal, glimmering throne

She came, a scent upon the air,  
Her lips, like honey, pure and rare  
A sweetness that the world had lost,  
Now found in her—at any cost.  
Her eyes, twin flames in velvet night,  
Winked, and my soul took sudden flight
A bird unbound, a heart unchained,  
To seek the love that once remained.  

Her gaze, a magnet, quiet, deep,  
Drew forth the secrets I would keep,  
It pulled my heart, a trembling thread,  
And in its path, my soul was led.  
In every glance, a universe,  
A love unspoken, soft, immersed,  
She tore my heart to fragile strips  
Each one a kiss upon her lips.  

I gave her all, yet nothing showed,  
A path of thorns, where roses flowed
For in her eyes, the fire grew,  
A blaze that burned the old me through.  
The fire of love, the fire of pain,  
The fire that breaks, yet makes again.  

She took the pieces, scattered wide,  
Each one a prayer, each one a guide,  
Her hands, like angels, softly pulled  
My broken heart, and made it whole.  
In her, I found the sacred flame,  
In her, my soul was known by name.  

And though I wander, lost and free,  
Her gaze will call, and there I’ll be  
A lover bound by her sweet grace,  
Forever lost in her embrace.

O’ Beloved, in whose light my soul is lost,  
You are the breath of heaven, the very cost  
Of my existence, an intoxication divine,  
A love so deep, no tongue can dare define.  

You are the wine, and I, the cup you fill,  
A thirst unending, yet I drink my fill.  
Your eyes, like stars, consume me whole—  
An endless longing that devours my soul.  

In your touch, I am both slave and king,  
Bound by desire, yet free in everything.  
You are the flame, and I the burning wick,  
I dance in your fire, lost in love’s trick.  

O’ sacred beauty, in you I see  
The truth beyond the self, the unity.  
Your beauty is not of this world,  
But of the spirit, in your gaze unfurled.  

Come, Beloved, for I am drunk on your name,  
A mystic’s love that cannot be the same.  
My heart, a river, flows to you—  
The shore is distant, but the love is true.

In every beat, in every breath,
Love dances boldly, defying death.
A bond so deep, a force so true,
Love’s light forever guides us through.