The first half light crescent sneaked out catching a glimpse of you glinting exuberant on the pitch dark edge of the other side of the pool wrapped in pure kohl. Time and again matching the vision it waxes into the full moon.
Awake all night in the serene shadow down the blinded silhouetted earth. I can see out off its calm lock a firefly flies out and maybe afar but that view might not miss no star. But does even the moon see the tuberose blooms in dark earth deep down the kohl?
how must i feel when the older i get, "life is a suffering," is a belief harder to forget, is this because i've looked in the eyes of death and found such restful freedom yet to turn everything i was, i am, and will be into a mosaic, a picturesque, a fading silhouette.
11.01.21.| few weeks ago i was deeply in love with life, maybe i still am but this grief is making its own home inside me; the paradoxical heaviness & emptiness existing simultaneously that i think of death as a restful solace.
Eyes of the stars are on the wings of the fireflies. Guess who is marching in the moonlit night? The moon rows down on to the river.
Has the Huri squeezed out of the gem packed tight door of paradise? Basked out on the gripping bank of the Sal Sabila River, only to spill a heady perfume drop down on the stunned awestruck silhouetted night?
The eve has long gone far to wear a khol of this mesmeric shady contour! No one, not even you will want to miss the peak. Where it all begins with the tuberoses riding the wind.
A passing moon and empty silhouette keep me company this early morn walk, their quiet company, a silent vignette. A passing moon and empty silhouette embrace longing of this hopeful gazette, yet bid adieu to my faint solo talk. A passing moon and empty silhouette keep me company this early morn walk.
The world is dark but the moon is big enough, bright enough to light it up just enough to make out the dark grey silhouette of the mountains against the blue-grey sky.
The hustle of the day goes quiet. The stars are out. The night is chilly, but warm enough that you don’t need a jacket.
What a perfect night to be lonely.
This bittersweet sap slows time down. It feels thick and slightly cloudy. Its the feeling of being full and heavy. It is happy and overbearingly sad all at once. But this sap is comfortable and welcoming. I want the quiet night and bittersweet sap to last forever.