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JAMIL HUSSAIN Aug 17
An eye awoke; the cosmos caught aflame,
Glowing stars gathered—each none quite the same.
Her eyes, like sparks, called him by tender names,
And in that gaze, the night shed all its claims.

The moon chased from every direction,
Lost in orbit of her sweet affection.
No silver light could dare compete,
With the fire that made his heart complete.
Flame of a Thousand Eyes 17/08/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Teesha Aug 16
The perils of the past etch your spirit,
Darkness banks on them for its untimely visits.

You try to fight them again and again and again,
But some days, your efforts end in more pain.

These unexpected visits often keep you in a hollow place,
Where joy feels distant and hope is hard to chase.

Yet these visits are often what lead to liberation,
For pain paves the way to light — and the soul’s elation.

Just get through today, take it day by day,
And trust — it will be alright, soon, come what may.
Warmer Vista Aug 16
I cannot silence it.

Words simmer forth from void to
Bone to skin.

Seep through
Sludge
Gold flecked river bottom

Rising up
Steady and thick with spirit
With blood
All of your silenced selves

Lanced from the wounds of the
Midnight hour
You clutch your own skin
Hot and red
Strip away the heavy years that
Told you to be quiet.

Howl in agony,

Sing

Whistle the ghosts in through the Windows cracked just so
The crisp night air weaves like
Snakes of ice
Around your neck and now

You write

You write

You write.
Cheyenne Aug 16
You were my angel.
I was fading into the background,
and you reached out your hand.
You carried me to the sun,
and showed me everything I thought I needed.

I was worried we would burn up,
from how bright it was around us.
But it was a useless fear,
because you let go.

You were supposed to save me.
You were supposed to be my everything.
I fell for so long,
yet so fast.

Now I've finally stopped falling,
and I'm bleeding out on the pavement.
You thought it was a love poem, but the pretend angel had horns and a spiked tail.
irinia Aug 13
a Proustian quest for original wonder gets illuminated among pine, olive, palm trees
the eye needs delicacy and moderation to grasp the breeze of thoughts
is it the soul or an architect of joy who blends the harmonies in a pointilist smile on my face
an atmospheric fluidity in my hands between land, sea and light
JAMIL HUSSAIN Aug 13
O’ Jamil! Arise, arise! The dawn awaits your flame,
Not as a flicker, faint and frail, but a sun none can tame.
Yet haste is the foe of wisdom, the traitor of the soul,
For destinies are not cast in haste, but forged in measured coal.
The mountains bow to none but those who climb with patient feet,
The ocean’s depth is not revealed by waves that blindly beat.
The pen that writes eternal tales moves with a sovereign will,
O’ Jamil, become part of the story, and be written slowly still.

Not by the fleeting breath of time, nor by the tempest’s roar,
But by the silent hand that shapes the clay to something more.
The rose that claims its bloom at once is robbed of sacred pride,
The sun ascends the eastern sky, but only with the tide.

In every heart the latent spark awaits the perfect hour,
To blaze a path through endless night with majesty and power.
But power without patience is but ash upon the breeze —
O’ Jamil! Be steadfast, walk with grace, and bend your will with ease.

Yet know — the flame that softly glows may set the world ablaze,
The gentle seed that falls in soil can birth eternal days.
No storm nor lightning need you chase; within, a sun resides,
A fearless light, a boundless charm, the Self that never hides.

So sing! Sing loud, O’ beautiful, with courage and delight —
Each step a dance upon the stars, each breath a burning light.
Write not in haste, but with a smile, the story you fulfil —
O’ Jamil, become part of the story, and be written slowly still.
Awaken Slowly 14/08/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
girlinflames Aug 13
This path
Is more like a bridge
Without rails.

I’m taking baby steps,
I already see the light.

I’m hearing thunder—
Still distant,
But I hear it.

Mommy is coming.
NATURE OF HEART

Dual curved carved
crystalline
earth pointed plasmic
        Oneness
quantum wave
particled
allows Heart to heave

Heal with white light
eagles
on Tibetan height nights  
continuously crafted
                      through storm eyes
looping solace
                      sighs
whorling whispering

Rain tears feed
its sizzling stamens
pistillate androgyny
crying  
           crumbling
simultaneously graniting
                    granting access
                          piously

Soft supple sublime
                    in rhythmic dance
twirls across seaspun song
sealed
bends baritone bones
           gliding through skulls
of ancestral
                  sacrament

Heart curiously examines
           coral swimming coloured
through sockets
                  smiling

Silent sacred still
holds no longings or
                 exalted expectations
observes
its own arising gyrations
        destructions
cannot label
nor muse
or impress empress
governors or lover
                      fathoms no fools

Only presents
primal  
          lingering longings
for its own beatings
          irrepressible expressions
lavic lush luminosic
           explosions of expirations

split open
exposing slivered voluptuous
               vulnerability
breathing


©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2024
girlinflames Aug 17
I see a light—
small,
but burning bright.

I’m finding the way.
This is no longer a well,
it’s a tunnel.

And stumbling forward,
I’m finding
the exit.
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