I asked mountains where my love was
they replied find in the hill rocks
I asked forests where my love was
they replied go and find on the trees
I asked trees where my love was
they replied find in the bushes
I requested rivers where my love was
Its gurgling sound echoed and scared me
I looked upon a sky and heave a sigh of grief
It concealed it's face behind the puffy clouds
And being shedding it's tears and soaked me
I politely said astrologers where my love was
They said explore your love in the galaxy of stars
I humbly requested the stars where my love was
they replied your love was on the moon
its brightness predicted your love would meet soon
I asked the night where my love was
darkness of the night silently whispered me
Your love will be in the radiant light
I asked the sun where my love was
Sunshine slowly indicated your love would be your world
I asked the world where my love was
The world delightfully and gladly replied, follow me
My eyes brimming with full of tears
Wandering for my true & real love
I asked the nature where my love was
Nature welcomed me in a good mood
Your love was in the sunset and sunrise,the song of birds, their evening gatherings, the breeze that sways trees and the winds that blow your mind away
Nature Hold my hand and helped me walking on meadows,seashore of sea
Eventually i beseech to my GOD where my love was
GOD replied close your eyes,listen heart beats,Your True love was in your heart.

by shaffu.....

Night--
Where my mind aches for you.

Night--
Where i miss you the most.

Night--
Where everything seems hopeless.

Night--
Where overthink conquer me.

Night--
Where everything start and end; us.

The fast tempo of hummingbirds in flower buds
Loud repetition of woodpecker thuds

Buzzing hum from hardworking bees
While robins sing in synchronized keys
All accompanied by the swishing of leaves in the trees

There is no better symphony
Than that of nature working in harmony

Being a novice
in poetry
he knows how to color
an old tree,
a sky in the winter,
an ocean,
or even a dancing
emotion.

But pleading
with the wind
to come
and sing
the sparkling
thunder
that tears the ,
weeping dome
asunder,
is a different tale –
altogether.

(c) LazharBouazzi, May 7, 2016

I talk all the time,
But that doesn't mean that I am heard.
Because much like the music you hear on the radio,
Words only have meaning
if there's someone to listen.

-i.w.

The irony of deafening silence in school hallways;
We sit parrellel, only staring at our shoes.
I hope to exchange some words, maybe finally tell you how i miss you.
I know that you are chasing other things, so I push the thought away.
Yet no matter how much I try to be okay by myself,
everytime you extend your hand to help me up, I know I'll take it

How selfish to want
Want what does not belong to me
But take it because I can
It's 1am on a Friday morning
My head nuzzled into his chest
His breath gently grazing my neck
I listen for the sound
The mechanism inside his chest
I gravitate towards its pull
As he dozes off
Whilst tangling his fingers in my hair
I listen to the metronome
A sound that puts me to sleep
With the rise and fall of each breath
I become confused listening to clock inside his chest
This compass is not mine
Something doesn't sound right
It hasn't given me chills
It hasn't left me in awe
Of how a simple pulse could keep my favorite human alive
Perhaps he's not my favorite
And my attraction falls short of a fallacy
What am I doing
With this tattoo covered boy
In my silk sheets
Whom is clenching my half naked body.
But my god, we look like art
Disillusioned and stained
Lonely as can be
Him
Me