As she falls into a dream
Completely unaware
Of reality.
Her heart bounds,
Skips,
And leaps into the night sky.
Takes a dive
Into the fathmless deep
Blue ocean of happiness
That drowns her.
Reminds her of a moment,
That peculated the air
From her lungs.
Made her breathless.
Stole the peices of her heart,
And mended them,
Togeher.
With the illumination of
A thousand fireflies.
As if though, stars aligned perfectly,
To form the stitches.
The the refreshigly,
Cool,
Crisp night wind as thread.
Suddenly, she realised
That her lungs
Have turned water
Into air
And oxygenated her clouded thoughts
Into butterflies.
Her eyes open,
And the bliss,
Melts away when the spot beside her
Is empty of his warmth.
Yet,
Said butterflies have left to leave
The enclosure of her abdomen,
Slowly,
Filling her heart
With those winged beats
Of love.

I crash landed.
Into you ******
While racing through
A blue dream.
Fell down from the highest cloud
Into a world oh so scerene.
A world populated with just
You and me.
We walked hand and hand
Toes in the sand
Up to a tree that gave us shade
All of a sudden
I felt a pull
A tug
A seperating force
Then we somehow parted ways
Now I lie here awake.

"Now listen, my best friends mommy, I'm sorry
For hugging you
So tight"
Is what I couldn't get my mouth to say
Instead,
"Sob, sob, sob"

She dropped me off, my best friends mommy
That day
When my daddy shared his news
"She's left"

She was never really here,
Believe me, She was never REALLY here
Is anyone really with you when they don't love to be?

Now listen, mommy
These are the things I was sure of
One - my tears burnt my skin as daddy hugged me hello and gave me the news
Two - you weren't coming back, were you?
Now listen, mommy,
I was ten years old, still a baby
Expecting the world
(Not really) ( I expecting you to come home to)

In a different world,

A different mind a different body

Perhaps I'd be inclined to try and find the facts behind her fiction

But for now I'll buy in

Because this is too sweet to be reality and that's not what I need

I need a sign from up high before I'll jot my name on the dotted line

I don't need to know every little detail that lies behind her eyes

So tonight I'll take it slow I'll take it steady

We can share a drink and a long and contemplative passing of eyes, sharing of the deep thoughts inside our minds

If we find what we see to be of the proper tone, the proper texture

Perhaps into the wild blue yonder I'll venture...

I'll tell her what goes on inside the deep recesses of my mind

And in those dark spots she may decide my conclusions are nothing but pure conjecture

If she can find some inner part of her that longs for adventure than maybe I'll tell her

I think she's beautiful and she makes me weak in places I wish I was strong to begin with

But she makes me think that maybe I can flip this, fix this.

Put that part of me back together again

Just enough to pass close inspection

I'm this strange mix of a anti social quiet type of romantic who can't seem to find the courage he deserves

So I'll stick my chin up and tell her "Nothing" and something like, "Everything's fine"

Because a mind is a terrible thing to lose and I can't seem to find mine when I look into her eyes

She's got every color of the rainbow and at least fifty shades more

I'm torn

I know that I'm not the best for her, and she deserves that

I know that in my head but my heart can't seem to conserve that, steady flutter it means to burst out of my chest and fly

and I can't for the life of me figure out why

In a different time

I could just bring you flower and announce that you could be mine

And that would fine

But now days we have to dance around the issue because that's the socially correct thing to do

I can't help but feel cheated

I'm an old soul inside a young mind

I feel this way about eighty-five percent of the time

On a different day

In a different way

perhaps I'd say something that could make you stay

But your future awaits

So I'll surrender the very idea of us to the fates

And hope that one day

Things will be different

Once again I sit and weep as you pretend sleep.

Passing the ‘Anwara Noor’
I promised to forget
What I have kept with thee
Or what madness obsessed you
Loving, in dream even, me.

Protima, believe me, my dear
No stone I unturned from then
To struggle to erase
Memories sweet or panic
From my oblivion I possess.

But standing before the mirror,
To have a copy of my own brand
Or some broken images of me,
Nothing I get visible
Except its betrayal I do see.

In a flash, then, my dearest known
And very dearly own,
Ninety thousand faces of
Thy lovely chicks appear before me.

Now, tell me, dear, how do I forget thee!

© Rahman Mostafiz

Stuck
between
having you
here
and being
there
'cause we can
neither
be near
or disappear
without miracles
and selfishness
and a trigger
pulling
on my heart
strings

I think I'm the remainder left over;
A complex number in an equation you found to solve.
You treat me like a stranger: holding me through
the pain of peering in at you from the outside where it's cold.

Words spoken
Through the gliding motion of a tongue ,
across the floor of a mouth
Past the realm of physicality
and  mentality,
Lies invisible strings
sprouting to bind with flesh.

Without the equal support
From both collector and  giver
The weight will be unbearable

The subtracted duty of aid
inwhich had once balaced
half a side;
The remaining will fall

Along will the strings
entwined with flesh,
of  a once whole gift.

© J-d S. J