Scalding my palm
On her rosy skin. We are young, with a love that's warm In it's infancy; honest, open, and giving. I burn for her, A wildfire of desire With no forests' end. I yearn to be the One she does, when She learns to love again.
i have seen you dancing with trees
warm and familiar, with an air that is sweet in here, you appear, you dance into being behind my closed eyes, you're watching me breathe here i am autumn, stretching on beyond decree opposite these falling leaves, you are rosy cheeks and beaming teeth but i insist, i am convinced: autumn is a beautiful place to be you are all that i seek, all i would like to believe is real so i try to remember if you ever liked me but you are endlessly sunlit, hued honey-gold, and evergreen and this half-eyed fading lucidity, is the only place we can hope to meet so i insist, i am convinced: autumn is my most beautiful dream
perspective: Autumn is the absolute end of all life
written January 2020
My face scrunches up,
Uncomfortably. Hunching over, My body draws into itself. Tears pour out, Streaming down my face. Wiping them away incessantly, Doesn't hault them, Or my hysteria. Rubbing uncontrollably, The skin around my eyes, Begins to tear. I can no longer tell... If I'm still crying, Or if it's all blood, Raining down my cheeks, Staining everything red.
When the rains downed
When the clouds appeared When the sun be absent When the thunder was heard When the lighten was seen When the birds hide When your face attended When your spirit appeared When your lips opened Showing shiny look The sun was coming The warm was ascending The universe was laughing The rosy colors were dancing
the absent of love making the world cahnged and the weather tended to be worse.
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 80
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem I faithfully represent your complete creation, Who is merged seamlessly with dear soul and rosy flesh. He dearly wants to remain as a fond lover of his beloved, Therefore, carefully select my dear heart for his beloved. He entered heartily in my lively sense, Thence he can express about his beloved. He carefully develops me as a lover, to adore His Beloved through my own sense. Now My soul can't be singly from me, Or my eternal love from my noble soul. As I faithfully represent your complete creation Whom He wisely Named as Ummah Thurab! Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan. ©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Those little moans,
the thrusting of the hips, the hush of the mouth, the rosy cheeks, that is all you need when it comes to me.
O why, O why, O why was I born in this non-laternlit world?
No! O why, O why, O why was I born in this non-torchlit world. What woe! And try, and try, and try I do, to fulfill myself, all others, too! And try, and try, and try I do, to remind myself, all others, too: That it is not man's devices that light the darkness, but the sun's brightness…