sunny daffodil blooms
are still months away,
maybe that's a good thing
if you know what they say.

you can't swallow poison
if there's nothing to eat,
you can't be a victim
if you retreat.

you can't see the cracks
in the mirror that spread
if you stay locked up
within your own head.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Life may be hard
But at least I have you
You make me smile
When skies are grey
The moment we touch
Problems fade away
No matter what you’ll always be
The best thing I’ve ever known
I can’t promise to make it all better
But you won’t have to face it alone

All I want to do
Is tell someone
Scream to the world
How sad
And angry
And bitter
And hurt I am
But nobody is listening

i look at her
and a spark ignites.
she is the warmth,
the comfort and the ease.
and what am i,
but the fire
that spreads?

In each kiss,
our lips invent
a new language;
words spoken
only between us.

Every dream
held and shared
in the touch
of our tongues
are merged into one
-- into us.

In each kiss.

Between us lies
an eternity
yet I breathe your air,
an eternity between
but I felt it again!
the thrill, the high when i'd caress your hair..

that same glimmer in your eyes,
that same stare,

a wiser embrace
a wrinkle here and there,
your countenance still other-worldly
and fair.

an eternity between us,
but you broke the spell!
still together..
and no one can tell

It's been a lot of days after that
When the night came to frost
Narrowly in floating fog, Eagerly in vain
The light of the muddy moon fallen
on the waiting ship of a lonely port

Continuously chill north wind blowing
on and over the wall of the standing darkness
Unintentionally anchored in an insatiable spirit
Widely the fugitive soul searching
an unexpected very moonlit night

Ah! many of things stand apart
As the cradle of classic love-
Yet rising even swinging
on the wind of last summer song
And again in another silent night
The sounds of dropping dew distinctly
dissolving with the funeral of the poetry

@Musfiq us shaleheen

There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk