A man and a woman in an exotic garden
Plucking mellow fruits and musky flowers,
In the crystal clear waterfall of infinity
Hand in hand they are taking shower.

At night he weaves blue dreams in his eyes
She wears crimson shyness on her cheeks,
While innocence and experience starts to play
The most secretive game of hide and seek.

They don't know how to ignite fire of desire
Though firewood of passion is surely ready,
He has the magnetism of a majestic lion
Her voice is sweet like nightingale's melody.

Their togetherness is unaware of any science
Only throbbing heart is filled with chemistry,
Both of them always feel curious to discover
The tree of knowledge's hidden mystery.

Soon Satan with the forbidden fruit appears
With joy she makes a glass of delicious juice,
They drink and desire burns to let us know
That the apple is merely just a silly excuse.

The light that burns darkness
Still sleeping above faint sky

World is splinted with woods
Steel is constructing mankind

Removing the portraits of life
They play the game of smoke

Happiness crossed terminator
Reddening my eyes with moan

Let me discover my reflection
On pupil of Your evident soul

Lift me up with Your firm arms
For staircase demotes to Hell

Tend my existing solitude and
Whisper, “It’s still not too late.”

Days are passing by
So are we,
Apart from each other
Like the sky and the river
Flowing separately ripping the heart of eternity
Yet so together in affinity
Sleeping with empty dreams.

If I were a waterfall
I would have fallen in love
With your heart of stone
And you would break me from drop to droplets
Or I would have made you unstone.

If I were a rainbow
You must have written on me
Seven colours of poetry,
Though life doesn’t seem to rhyme
But I would have listened to you all night long
If you were a wind chime.

Since life isn’t a role playing game
You and me running parallel
Carrying different aims.
There’s no possibility to embrace each other
As life is not what it seems,
At the end of each day
We are still sleeping with empty dreams.

Lover, every poem I read,
I read with your face inside my eyes.
Beyond whiteness I climb,
Tinge that breaks on bookish cleavage
My iris wishes bonfire for such darkness.
Glow, glow, glowing ceremonies of
Our blessed letters swirl
Like the freedom of a thousand fireflies,
From the translucent jar named
Childish amusement.
I am that child
With drizzling thoughts on twilight toes,
Who walks mile after mile to drink light,
To polish the white nails of moon
Beneath midnight fantasy.
Sipping pages, caffeinated self,
Watches your feet in ballerina dream,
Rhyming rapidly.
Flamboyant ribbon-like memories
Adding colors to every breath I drop,
Clapping like cards of familiar hearts,
That fall one over another
Like I fell for you, being that scarlet.

Maybe Forest is your middle name
For your body grows so green with kindness.
Soul like a hungry leaf of morning
Constantly absorbs the rays
That our love emits.
Freedom of wild song birds resides
In your mind,
Still your root is so strong
And head holding itself higher,
Is reaching for sunshine.
While these poor lungs of mine
Only inhale the oxygen of happiness you offer.
Moreover, the vastness of your heart
Shelters all of my desires
Under the serene shade of comfort.

My snowball-like puppy barks like a bird,
Whenever that sparrow enters my window
Like a sudden sunray of winter.
She perches on a luminous spot
To sing him the sweetness of nature, that
She composed when dawn kissed her feathers.
He rhythmically stirs air with his thin white tail,
And concentrates ******* imitating
The morning song of little sparrow.
Days walk like this on my room
Resonating with their twittering symphony.
Now I think, maybe it's not only a music lesson
But a chapter of learning the secrecy of flying.
'Cause yesterday afternoon I dreamt,
My puppy flew out of the open window
With his two new glittering wings of sparrow,
Singing the brightest song of freedom.

Maybe your hair is blue now
Blue like the song of a mocking jay,
Sweet and cold.
Talking to the wind,
Drenching under the faces of clouds,
Waving at serenity.
Towards the landscape
Your feet smiles to happiness,
The white of your scarf softens,
Soften you start moving inside my eyes.
But I keep it still,
Quiet like the fallen particles of sun
On each of your pores,
Who run miles after miles
Inside your skin
Along with the prairie's wings.
There I am a hidden seed,
Sleeping through the eternity,
To dream you near.

Your promises are wintry sunrays,
Streaming into my pupils
Through the festival of skyscrapers.
Here on the road,
Cold gray stones are lying still,
To be caressed by your mustard gold,
Saying, "Hold."
And I'm holding,
Moving yet clinging to your song,
Like gravity admires every moment
The tangibility of earth,
The way sensibility overflows from
Its liquefied core.
Peaceful easy feeling surrounds me
Whenever you open your lips.
Voice, subtle and slow
Paint my walls with a glow that only
Speaks to snowflakes.
And I collect them, thinking
How they will melt on your hidden skin
That is so pale and bright
At the same time.
Patience it is,
Between us, letting me draw words
One after another,
Letting me hope that
I can make you come back
To a home, that has no ceiling no floor,
Only arms,
Constantly ricochetting
The pure silence of my prayers.

If I had a transparent body
Then I could have shown you when your love enters my heart,
It looks like numerous morning sunrays
Entering through the bones of my ribcage
And I’m exploding with light…
As if my heart is a bud
That waited for you enduring thousand nights of coldness,
As you feed it with your golden warmth
It blooms instantly…
And my emotions are dazzling butterflies
Flying around it
Dipped in vividness…

Long arms of moonlight are stretching out
To the gigantic ocean,
For touching those soft curls
Of her mahogany coloured hair.
Eyes more azure
Than Pacific's quiet dream
Glowing too bright,
Embarrassing the fluorescence of water.
Resting hands on the fair *******
She is floating on her back
Gazing at the blessed purple sky.
While silvery cream of starlets
Is nourishing every wet curve
Of her slender body, with
Gentle caress.
But the unfortunate humans are
Still unable to witness
The mystery of her beauty,
Which is carefully confined
Inside the secret chest of Mariana Trench.

When the soothing lights of your eyes
Exchange glances with the sun
On the colossal blue,
Colours start swimming around me
Like dazzling butterflies.
And my silly heart
Bewitched by your majestic charm,
Still revolves around you like a mere satellite,
Inspite of visualizing that
You have more moons than Jupiter!

I like the way your last night skin
Burns the iciness,
When the first reddish ray of sun
Penetrates each pore of your bare back.
And every time I touch
The mocha colour of your skin,
Fragrance of caffeine
Seeps in through my nerves
To make me intoxicated.
Now, there is no doubt left, that
My morning is going be good.

Snatching me from the valley of luminescence,
Drowsiness is devouring my mind
Little by little.
But,
Before submitting myself in the chest of darkness,
The yearning for your tender touch
Is still keeping me awake…

With the melancholic long scream of night owl,
Hourglass is dropping sand grains
Little by little.
But,
Before surrendering myself in the arms of slumber,
The craving for your tight embrace
Is still keeping me awake…

“Poppysmic”
She uttered the word,
With a smile on the corner of her lips.
They were sitting on a stone bench
In the green shade of a huge chestnut tree,
Leaning against each other.
His fingers were playing with her brown hair,
While his rapid heart was fancying a kiss.
“What? ” He replied,
Lifting an eyebrow out of curiosity
For that unknown word.
She began, “This is the sound of…”
But his heart was not patient enough
To hear more, and instantly
His supple lips touched those soft lips of hers.
Pa – *** – smik
The sound occurred.
She winked and he giggled in joy
As the mystery of poppysmic was unlocked.

Empty road of love
Laying roses on chest, waits
For your blushful feet.

Shivering boughs of trees
Painted invisible strokes
On the warm atmosphere
Of our midnight secrecy.

Black mountains of moon
Melted on blanched sky
To deepen the colours of
Cupid's clever-conspiracy.

The worst nightmare of a Star is
to fall from the sky
and
dissolve over the horizon.

Our silence is colourless,
Even thicker than the Milky Way.
Long lost dust of stars
Swim across our hidden souls.
Bit by bit we move
Keeping the asteroids in our eyes,
Welcoming the fragments of chiaroscuro
To reach for
Every pore of this space.
And still hope,
One day the big blue sphere between us
Will become small
So small that we'll crush
Its icy mountains
And melt it down into a river
Only to make the bridge of affection.

I rose with chilled air of dawn.
Holding the baby sun on my palm
I ponder at his mystery of liquefaction,
That spreads the hidden gold of Eldorado
Over my shivering shoulders.
I wish if I were a flamingo
Waiting on one leg
For the perfect moment of sunrise,
To dissolve all of my tints of pink
With his melted gold
On the blue lagoon of Galapagos.