His ring was cold when he put it on my finger,
but I took it anyway,
hoping that it might warm up after I wore it a while.

I may have steamed up the inside of this car with him,
but when he leaves,
I’ll still write your initials on the window.

I might not see you,
talk to you,
or feel your touch ever again,
and my existence is absolutely crazy,
but this is my way of staying loyal to you,
your memory,
and all that you were to me.

.
~~
So when in the sky
see other pale shades spread
looking for the hue changes
hoped to dream

This desert is echoed with known mystic tunes
in a moment of extreme imagination,
the sound of rain drops

wanted to get more,
created a stir
at the far way there is a gap extended

A distinct curve in the road,
rolls along with an array,
appear thousands of red Flamboyant
where you are standing in the ashes of my idols
~~
..
@Musfiq us shaleheen

I bring to you
serenity in a cup

time at
a standstill

material
for fortune-tellers

shadows
of the Empire

you drink
a bit

then spill
it

on your paper
the stains

spread
like a sunset

blotting out
bad news


* Empire - British Empire

Beware
this poem
is very long

She wakes up at 4pm
leaves the house
only at sunset

she talks
in feline nothings
to her cat

& reads
Rousseau
in the afternoons

10 years ago
the last time
she saw her friend

not her fault,
the distance
of course


sometimes
she goes to the pub
where she doesn't

know anyone
& drinks
half a guinness

comes home
drunk on the night
& it's thousand stars

Feeling the chaos all around,
it suffocates me,
I am scared,
needing my own sanctuary.

A familiar touch,
a comforting voice,
Whispering in my ear,
"It will be alright, I am here, where I will stay,"
suddenly the heaviness would melt away.

Wrap me in a sweet stare,
how it would soothe the heart,
ease the mind,
Just to feel that kind of care,
Kind of care,
just  for me.