Within my breast, it calls, it sings,
Your love I desire, the joy it brings.
A hunger vast, a sacred fire,
Within my breast, your love I desire.

O’ sacred dew, whose essence veils the skies,
Within thee, worlds unseen in silence rise.
A single drop, and vast oceans unfold,
Thou art the charm that draws all hearts, untold.

O’ divine glance, where stars are born and die,
Thy gaze, a flame that paints the endless sky.
In thy reflection, blooms the garden’s grace,
Where spring’s pure whispers echo Heaven’s face.

O’ boundless generosity, thou art,
The fragrance of the soul, the breath of heart.
Thy love, a river flowing through the spheres,
A perfect sign, untouched by mortal fears.

O’ wondrous grace, thy gaze, my soul does crave,
A shadow in thy flame, a soul to save.
A cup, unfilled, yet waiting for thy trance,
In thy eternal light, I lose my stance.

A humble soul, enwreathed in Jamil's name,
I stand before thee, lost in love’s pure flame.

Thy lips, they call to the wilds unknown,  
A blend of virtue and desire sown.  
In sweetness deep, I wander, lost, astray,  
Thy lips, my love, are the haven where I stay.

In this realm, joy ascends on high,
Like the falcon’s wings that pierce the sky,
Rivers of light, in torrents flow,
Through the heart's chambers, where secrets grow.

As wine, its essence floods the soul,
Awakening powers that make us whole,
A fire unchained, wild and free,
Where thoughts are woven in destiny.

Desires take flight like the nightingales' song,
Whispers of kings from eras long gone,
The world unfolds in its splendour, vast,
A dance of colours, unsurpassed.

In this blaze, I am reborn anew,
A child of the stars, the heavens' dew,
With each heartbeat, the universe spins,
Under the gaze of the eternal sun that wins.

Joy surges forth, like the ocean’s roar,
Imagination endless, forevermore,
As wine, it fills the veins of man,
I am the flame, the eternal plan.

Her beauty is breathtaking,
As she lies strewn on the cursed ground
Raven hair touching and staining the azure lake.
She looks like a tragic romance novel personified.
Hands bent at odd angles,
Dress a bit torn.
It seems she simply got lost in this forest,
Her once pink lips are now disappearing as maggots crawl out of them.
Did she drown in this harmless pool?
There's no blood.
Perhaps she just let go..
Even in death, one can look so pretty..
I can imagine her youthful smile, now her skin is forever frozen.
Did someone come looking for her?
Or did she slowly disperse in the wind?
With nobody caring where she went away.
The sunlight casts a golden sheen on the lilies floating in the pond water.
The now dead woman was perhaps an angel crawling out of the water.
No, she is not a woman.
She is still an angel,
Sleeping peacefully.
What a pity, the cool ripples of the water that once seemed inviting, just suffocate
At the end of the day.
What can give you life and beauty
Can also **** you in the blink of an eye
And that too ruthlessly.
To float in the water,
Like an angel with clipped wings,
Suspended by the weight of waves..
May seem like the dream to live
Until the waves crush your lungs, stop your beating heart, make your skin pale and mark bruises on your hands.
What might appear beautiful,
Can also be hollow and empty.
Beauty consumes and claims its spot without any mercy.

One day we shall meet by the river’s quiet sweep,  
Where blooms, like secrets, in the garden sleep.  

On the right, the florist, her hands so soft with care,  
Tending to fragile lives that grace the air.  

To the left, the trees, so patient, dark, and wide,  
Their roots in silence, where the shadows hide.  

Their limbs, like whispers, reach toward the sky,  
As though they, too, have learned the art of sigh.  

Above us, the moon, pale, her glow so still,  
A quiet sentinel against the night’s cold chill.  

She watches, steady, as our hearts unfold,  
In the twilight hour where time turns gold.  

We shall meet when time, like rivers, winds,  
And silence speaks the language that the heart intends.  

Not in a rush, but in a soft, sweet flow,  
Where blooms, and trees, and stars bestow.  

The river hums a tune so deep,  
The flowers bow, the trees do keep.  

Their silent watch as we draw near,  
A meeting born of calm, sincere.