Your
prayers
are
mine

In the evenings
When I search for traces of myself
I long to relive the improvised chapter
The finest selection from the museum of memories
Filtered from impurities
With side effects of addiction
A sporadic disease that grips time frozen
To rewind and replay the time of long ago
A pain of first pleasures that melt like sugar in a cup of tea
It is the invitation to stay awake at night
It seems like a love letter from a county I did not love whilst I was there
But I love it now
Now that it's in me
It roasts seeds of alertness
And moans of the truth
Echoing the sense of instinct and conscious and subconscious
The jealously of fresh air coming from the heights of a distant mountain
The ache of being sick with hope
Utterly romantic

I feared that Summer would remind me of you
The sun on my skin would torture me of the warmth I felt with your lips on mine
And here is summer that came before I forgot you

You came like a bullet
Meant for me
So I looked into the barrel of your gun
And saw my paradise

To die in the arms of love
Is every lovers dream
But I would settle
To die by your hands

اگر مذہب کا کھیل نہیں ہوتا
تو ہمارا پیار مکمل ہوتا

'You see,' she said, 'our type of love is not the healing kind. We get lost to a fault hate like a crime. Yet tied down in a way we can't see a way out. The love we have is burdensome because we can't change who we are and yes we bring out the worst in each other. Its a sickness, a disease yet without you I am incomplete. So promise me, promise that you will find me wherever I may be. You see I love you and our love is a break up then make up kind. I'll take you in small doses but you're still all mine. Its the way our stars are aligned, how the universe shows us the signs. Our kind of love may not always be together but it's still the forever kind.'

In your silence

I see my answers

In the silence

An echo cuts so deep

A pain shatters so loud

In the silence 

Memories vibrate 

From a soft pitch far away

And a new meaning is composed

In your silence

I hear everything from nothing

In the silence I am left blind

Meeting you was like 
I was meeting myself for the first time 
And I want you to know that 
I would do anything 
Go anywhere
For your smile

We're all in the same game;
Just different levels...
Dealing with the same Hell;
Just different Devils.

I want you to be my destiny
I want you to be what's best for me

I am a bee that will drown in honey

I write because it's the only way out of that bubble everything is trapped inside
I write all that I feel to a blank page
And it's like hugging silence
You'll never understand
It's the only sentimental lust I'll allow myself to feel
Confined to the flat black and white letters
Each word healing yet exposing hidden wounds
I've written too many things I've never said
Strangers know more about me than my own friends
I write myself to happiness
Set my soul free
I write my conversations with God
All my hopes and dreams
I write about the past I can't remember
The things I never want to forget
Each and every poem
Shows my life in progress
I write so I can breathe
Its my way of doing things
I write out forgiveness
To live, laugh and believe
I write out the love I couldn't give
I write my fears so I could face them
About all that I never knew yet miss all the same
I write about loss and it takes away the pain
I spill my secrets to the world
Yet whisper lies to the tides
But it keeps returning for the truth
That I promised to hide

You are my granted prayer

In the open sky
Amidst the colours of life
There is harmony
Between you and I

I wish to decorate
Your eyes
With happy dreams
That twinkle when they're open
My fate I want to
Make you laugh
In a way that would
Melt a cold heart
With its warmth
If only you would
Let life surround you
Like the welcomed
Soft whispers of cool wind
On a warm spring day
I'd make you calm
Like the sun
Glistening on the horizon
Of the bay

I wish there was a way I could capture
The light and the warmth
Inside my body
And in the winter
Let it slowly emit from inside me

A past that will not pass
A distance so far
That clings to the heart
Hope that the dead
Will come back to life
This is what love
Does to you heart