someone once said to me on a rainy day in august
"a stranger could come say hi to you
& you would respond with "i love you""
i found this thought quite funny
because they're not entirely wrong

i find it so easy to fall in love with the way people are
their walks, their talks, their bullet-wounds, their scars
i find it so easy to be mesmerized by the twinkles in their eyes
by the curves of their backs and by the way they smile when they're shy
how they scrunch up their noses and the sound of their laugh
how some of them speak slow and how some of them speak fast
the range of their voices from pretty like a bird to deep & husky
how some of them smell like the flowers of spring and others, musky
i love how each one expresses themselves through art
whether fashion or painting or poetry or whatnot
it's not just the human body but also the human soul
which is ah, so incredibly out of this world
personalities and quirks
and all the gears which make their minds work
how some cry easy and how others do not
how some laugh often and how others, not a lot
how some think of the future, others the past
then those who live in the moment, hoping it'll last
our philosophies and beliefs and the things which make us who we are
how without hope and love, none of us will go very far
at the end of the day, each one of us is similar, yet so uniquely different at the same time
but without each other, we'll never be able to shine

so yes, i am guilty of falling in love
with every stranger i bump into
it's not because im disloyal, polygamous, childish or silly
its purely because i love humans for just being human- through and through

My heart is burning with love

All can see this flame

My heart is pulsing with passion

like waves on an ocean



my friends have become strangers

and I’m surrounded by enemies

But I’m free as the wind
no longer hurt by those who reproach me



I’m at home wherever I am

And in the room of lovers

I can see with closed eyes
the beauty that dances



Behind the veils
intoxicated with love
I too dance the rhythm
of this moving world



I have lost my senses
in my world of lovers

I'd rather be away, alone
on the cusp of a silent sunrise
captured in the golden dawn
as frothing waves gnash grey
below the horizon's arching bow
than to be stunned and deafened,
clutching ringing ears to muffle
the heartless, hollow echo
of 10,000 vacant farewells.
It's better if you leave silent as a thief
packing every fleeting memory
you can stuff into your sleeve.
Because, when you go and say farewell,
it feels like you're departing into eternity.