I am in the blink
of your eyes,
Not in the mirror!

I replied, "I wish
I never do that,
Looking in your mirror!"

Once again, she said,
"Never mind,
Mind your eyes,
For a mind
Never shows in the mirror."

The wee hours late night
in a blink of an eye
blows her Niqab (veil) away.
Oh, that folds springs in style
in the chalice of rose flower
never gone with the rainbow
splash of the first light!

Stunned broad daylight
rather looses for words
punting in sleek brook of twilight
scurries back into the night.

It is but one dilation of a sacred pupil, One blink of an eternal eye,
One moment made almost final,
Close to the eye's event horizon,
One rolling sphere of goodbye.

in the blink of an eye, you kept decaying.
lost in space, and no one can help you.
everything in front has morphed like free desert sand,
with some praying to stay as sandcastles because of
a gust that only prides of insignificance, and is clever.
but they deemed it puny, and we dealt with their mistakes.

so we had to run to a labyrinth of terrifying ends.
you had no choice but to move further, away - alone
but to move was to be tickled by the dust devil,
and to stay was to mope in killing silence.
you leapt into both worlds in shifts -
to suffice yourself, even while stuck in the labyrinth.

every day was a mobius strip, and it stretched into months
of moving, of staying, and of waiting
until you discovered a sandcastle on one end.
it had veins of wear, but you tried to keep it *****.
lost in time, but you can help you.
and in the blink of an eye, you kept living.

Life is but a brief blink of an eye,
Awakened at the clock's end to infinite light,
An endless continuation of the benevolent.

my hands brush over the wall,
guiding me through the room
as my eyes are blindfolded
by a thick, grey, opaque fog.

my hands stumble over every surface
until they glide over a smooth lamp.
the blindfold is taken off my eyes.
and I see my reflection staring at me.

I blink at the handheld mirror, bewildered
as my eyes pursue the direction of the light.
I look into the mirror, yelling "eureka!"
because my heart is glowing, even in the night.

a person with a mind and soul
made of colorful, vivid ribbons
quietly walks through the world.
she expects to feel the warmth
of their smiles on her face.
their eyes softly crinkle
when they're with each other.
when they walk toward her,
they grimace - every single time.
their voices fade until
she can only hear the sound
of her loud breathing,
feel the chill in the air,
and blink the tears away.

how lovely it is
to love someone without thought
it happened so quick