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Open palm of your hand,
the fruit of a ripened plum pressed cool against your skin.
Placing the young flesh against your lips, with a sweet perfume scent.
A lovely summer afternoon spent loving you.
Short and sweet
Shofi Ahmed Oct 2018
It’s on everyone's eyeline
the flying cloud rains down
on this perfectly placed mural.

King Solomon keeps an ear on the ground
the Queen of Sheba tiptoes on this way
only to find seas of silent blooms already
musing dipping in the sun kissed dews
on gently tilted roses that won’t drop down
not from this picture perfect navel-high!

Velvety rose up from the ground
forever green earth is hanging low
in the dew on the rose that won’t fall.
Blossoming, eying on a acute high
evermore hopeful to scale high aspiring
to the faraway awaiting heaven’s pool.
There the spotlight won’t move neither
to the north or south up or down until
Queen Fathima the Queen of Heaven steps on
spot on on the ‘as above so below’ *****.

There the newly resurrected earth will be primed
its minted atom’s vibration will hit out of the park
for the first time rising atop the navel high.
Perfectly wrap the atom’s circle and lay on
as the stepping stone without the pi decimal hole.  
It shall be set on the door of paradise pure scientia
before the numerically perfect Queen Fathima.

God willing she will step on and cut to perfection
the perfect works of art the masterpiece on earth
not lost in translation but in the pi decimal hole
in nature's subtly untied yet to be perfect circle  
will peep over trailing the role model Queen.

Fathima the first woman to enter paradise  
shall walk in beauty numerically perfect straight!
Like she knew mathematically the mural and its exact  
position on the paradise wall back from the earth.
One more miracle, she zoom passes like on earth
leaving no footprint on the-pi-perfect stepping stone!
Mirrors of imaginations anew wonder on heaven’s way
in the murals at the golden section on the navel high.
While writing this poem I had a feeling that the navel stands in the golden ratio section. Then after penning the poem when I checked I found this thesis: The Math Behind the Beauty argues that "Leonardo da Vinci's drawings of the human body emphasised its proportion. The ratio of the following distances is the Golden Ratio: (foot to navel) : (navel to head)".
I dance with my bare feet, padding across the floor cracks
it was a good day as the winter's done
I was patiently waiting for the sun to rise.
You have been there and left frozen by
the time I came.

They are left haunted and nostalgic
I couldn't even took a direction without seeing the reflection of your gaze
anticipated by the prism of your paradise,
everybody fall in the thought of it is a rabbit hole; I don't want to dream about you anymore.

I don't mind how
many times I'm
going to bid you
goodnight tonight.
But no matter
how many time,
I'd still keep
saying it, telling
you goodnight.
Because you'll
always have a
good night.
Darky starry
night leaning
on her
shoulder, singing
sweet songs
through the back
of thee ear
along with
the bird night.
Lullaby for
a princess. It's
me and you
tonight locked
in affection,
(departure) is
evil, wish it's
a lifetime
Pathos. In mine
heart I hold
you close. Thy love
grew a shield-tree
upon the surface
of mine heart,
under which I
abide and its
fruit indemnity
and gratify me.
Sometimes I
wonder how
beauty heaven
is having bestowed
His angel
unto the earth and
that angel I have found, and is
you my girl.
Raven Feels May 3
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, happiness is a butterfly--not me who said that;•>

maybe I'm jealous

a little bit over the line than rebellious

that that me has got the glory of the dreamy night

where my me has got a hell day of a bore with no light

the await tasted so bitter so sweet

unguardedly catched my heart and swept my humble feet

the disgust of the heat ran my skies famished high the green grass

train wreck on the borders scattered in a bulk in a mass

olive skinned a human bare born alive after the long

from the blues I knew I beheld I fell eyes upon

drifted on waves tattooed to that arm to that vein

a word not sure in my memory still

or maybe from before remains

Zywa Apr 28
We build walls around

our replicate paradise –

it is almost real.
Collection "The migration"
From the initial dawning

lithium sky met infernal waters

and it all went awry

the light of happiness

constituted halos

leaving intimate words

paperclipped, tongue-tied

and love bruises

upon inner thigh

the wellspring enveloped

char and holm

with faint kissed alkali

abating the stormy umbrage

as if a softly whispered lullaby

and suddenly along this watermark

only you, me

and the need to multiply

Daivik Apr 7
Let me you take to
A forbidden place
Where the water is gold
And stars are jade

Rainbow nation
Reach another level
Of consciousness

The birds they talk
And we can fly
And swim simultaneously
In the silver sky

The fountain of youth
Is located there
The garden of fairies

They say it's in the East
I differ
Where all are happy
With a delighted face

You can't reach there by a taxi
A moonlit lake near Mt.Cotopaxi
Shrouded in dark black snowflakes

You will here the primal music
A flute, of when this world began
They make lose your senses
And you'll find yourself in another land

Imagine a portrait of heaven
Painted with infinite colours
And we ain't ever getting older
For death can't visit there

Birds singing such
Mellifluous tunes
Of when this universe
Was just an egg

Diamond laden streets
Live in your dreams
Fly and swim in these skies
Now, if you close your eyes
You can go there
The whole poem is based on paridaeza(Persian for the walled gardens,root for English word 'paradise')

Pari-desh is a self-concocted word
In Hindi,'Pari' means 'fairy' and 'desh' means 'nation'
'Desh' is pronounced 'they-shhhh'

Breathe: breathe sweet love from your heart it's all I wanna smelt.

It feels like heaven even if is hell as long you're with me all I see is  paradise haven.

Her body is far away but her heart home inside of mine. Her sweet love  satisfies better then bread.

Can't get enough  give me some more.
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