Tiger, Tiger,
in my head
stalking on the street
gazing at me like a prey
raising to your feet

Tiger, Tiger
in my heart
you hunt me down the road
your eyes are blades I cannot ward
My fear I cannot hold

Tiger, Tiger
in my dreams
your body lies in chains
but caught up in your mighty claws
you touch me calm and tame

Tiger, Tiger,
in my mind
I freeze under your eyes
But as I open up your locks
My fear and worry dies

Tiger, Tiger,
deep inside
I run away again
But everytime you run beside
And all will stay the same

Before the thaw, my feet will be rooted
Into this nation’s primordial freeze
My muscles and bones will be acquainted with malaise
The sun’s altruism will be refuted

Before the thaw, I will struggle to find consciousness
The frost will leak through the bedroom window
And don the facade of a blanket
The door will prove to be bottomless

Possibilities will seem unachievable
The brain will itch for what it can not have
Buses will limp through congestion
And the blizzards may feast on the feeble

You may want to write of your misery
But your automation will halt in cataclysm
Because someone held a door open
For the gust that billows bitterly

Gastric emissions will become tangible
As smouldering wastes contrast against the sky with rancour
The wispy whites, marginalized into *****
And the world remains infallible

I will lack the tools of incision
To enact my life’s revisions
I will weep for my unguided millions
While I saunter into oblivion

After the thaw, I will smile
My expatriate soul will run in the whimsical wind
Of the morning dayspring that will march unto me
I will stand over a kingdom of honey-filled tiles

After the thaw, the arks will converge
Into the straits of the Bermudian Sea and the
Elusive Caspian Forest, where I will learn to love again
While bidding farewell to winter’s dirge

In the waking world, I will ***** a limestone castle
Where entropy will rule and the mind’s domain
Is left susceptible to perennial reverence
The sea, coloured true, nesting a fairgrounds vessel

In this Great Revision, gargantuan skyways
Will show the world how exiguous we are
That we must not wait for exodus to come
Should we fear to waste away
Into icebergs

I SAT ON THE EDGE OF CREEK
The moss on the boulder sleek..
The viridescent carpet all grey
Beneath sapling an old man lay ..
Wrinkled face, ripped hands,
Wearing pheran, shabby lands,
Scuffing eyes
Where pain lies !
Beyond tree line
Is the Alpine
Where
The sun always shines...
The Autumn exploring the bottom,
Chinars burning,
Children mourning...
Beyond Chinars is my House,
And that is the place
Where is my Spouse
That is the place
Where is my spouse....

Rayees Ali Najar

ruby.
you make me smile when i'm down.
you read me.
if you feel down and i am there.
you are always there for me.
forever you will be.
forget me not.
dont sway.
keep with me.
always be by my side.
if you move across the field will follow.
i want you to know. that i am sticky like glue and will always be like that.
please dont let me down.
forevermore x

Deep within the forest's heart,
Lies down near the edge
A pink spirit shrouded in a misty light
From far realm's she came.

With perfect harmony her thoughts evade
Calming down to the bone every shape
She starts twisting and turning
Shapes are following her...learning.

But while she glances at them
The shapes change
Smooth they become
Trying to learn her way

Shapes become fragile, they might break
The spirit comes and caresses their mind
Fixing the sharp edges
With her gentle tones.

Singing in a celestial manner
She align’s the shapes structure,
So that even the crystals wander
How could the shapes be so lucky.

Her blinding beauty shines
Striking all the sides and edges,
Fixing them up,making them radiate
Absolute peace,they find this way

Sometimes the spirit while helping
Cuts itself on the sharp edges, making them feel grieved,
But with love and passion
She whispers kind sound.

By Arcassin Burnham

AB:Wasn't sure how you would take it when I said i
Didn't need ya,
OK: I cried myself to sleep, my pillow wet with tears deep,
You left me broken, now I'm choking,
AB: young , wild , and free like the day of dawn or from
What I can gather , that's how you felt,
OK: So glad you're free , I was you bird just let me be , just
The end of what it was because....
AB: I'm a mess in disguise with a burden so big that you
need a microscope to see the how empty I am inside like the
Rot of an apple in your hands as it does when you make poor
Decisions in beautiful virtues, it always comes back to haunt
Something OK: Called love has destroyed my soul,
I'm fighting to beat it,
makes no sense at all,
your core is so rotten the worms doth feast and they've got pangs of hunger, refuse to retreat,
AB: We'll Make it through this, I know we can as life
Could have many feats.

a kiss blended in warm linen
of delicate Texas breeze
and star-skied lemonade
your eyes,
in them reside
eternal beauty

I'd take you to the moon
just to   show you the world.

it makes you wonder
that Christianity’s important celebration
    welcoming the wondrous birth of the savior
    by a ****** mother
seems to have become mostly a holiday for children

they happily believe in Santa and his reindeers
    or in the Christ child & its servant
    depending on the region and its customs
expecting the delivery of gifts with shiny eyes
accepting the miracle of sleighs & animals
flying across the sky without questioning

adults nod knowingly & smile

yet there are many
    children at heart
who still believe that some benevolent high power
will shower them with presents from above
if only they  retain their sense of awe and wonder
keep their miraculous beliefs of yonder