I am standing on fire
Latterly .... Dust
On the tinny, thin string of hope..
But here you relate me
To the past?
And My silence ..
Are the words of my heart
Wanting you to know
When patience slays love

Let it be,
A thought...
As Half sunken
Half neglected
Mere pieces of me you are,
Scattered upon the floor
Like a broken glass

Calm .....

Like a Dead Sea shell
Like a flowing wave
Disturbed by a pebble
In a stood memory ~
You will find me there
In the last glimpse of eternity

Those infinite pains
GaZing upon conflicted thoughts
As I see from no where they came
Moon may hide!
Sun may stop giving shadow
As I followed you in dream
In the empty shelves of my heart
I kept, Moon to the left
And sun to the right
But how can i see beauty?
While the moon fades
And Sun drowns!
I may fall too
To what you said
But when I woke!
The dream was gone

a wild rough presence
and each carved muscle
are the art of God!
to skin it's Desire
and to flesh it' affection
beneath a creeping thought
I lay fertile,
Vanity, gluttony, lustful sins
I pardon,
gluttony is of your love's hunger
that I desire
and those I commit
are lustful sins

You may write me down
In your twisted memories and thoughts
Like a history!
Tie me to the sadness
As I chase myself..
Into the wildness of love

Sadness!
a long loving companion
Like a shadow....
when I left myself alone here
with a sorrow
sitting next to me

I see now here a fame
A perfect announcement
Of one God! That figured
Means me and my fertility
Beneath the treasure of absence
I love to listen wind, when I lay.
Upon the grass of my grave

Sharp keen, like a line is me 
But in linen you circle behind, like wind 
Thin palms and those long fingers I wave towards you..
Oh mistress! Why do not you come near 
Next to me are your features !
Blended, bonded in the essence of love
And sharp eyes what mine gets?
Thirst of you, and that smile you pour from ******* of love 
Gather ye! Upon me madness, I flee 
That to read you like a poem 
But the dream was gone , I woke.

Rashid ~

My heart is soothing heat of fire.
And sitting near, latterly illiterate me.
Scattered you , among a thought
Half breaking, blinking silence
Mere pieces... Of me are you.
But Latterly passed a presence by me.
A Crazy fragrance of you